От Серафима Альбом второй - at first Chaos came to be 2016 г.
This world is a separation Of heaven and earth And I’m stuck in the gap of vast mess Imprisoned in color-blind senses I’m heading for the heights But we are all on the peak of randomness Feeling lost to live our lives Without certain combinations
Living by a pattern Of the past And the past doesn’t Take place in real life
Yet every moment of your life Belongs to the past While you own present only for a moment Every evening we are poorer by a day
In earth old time Call to mind Every finding Is every loss
In such a world Where purpose of life is overrated We desire to be Those who don’t feel pain In our painful hearts Cursing each one who thinks of life As a process of disillusionment
We are born with bloody faces Blind eyes and deaf minds Build the lies of plain reality They ignore the fact of more dimensions you could gain Pseudo Gods destroyed this field Fulfilled it with grieve and emptiness I’m not mighty enough To detect the boundless gloom
When we stared at Vault of heaven Chaos poured down On our liquid skin
We may vanish into thin air And the world can begin its existence But this system of nature is not predictable I hope to reborn as a part of infinite darkness And to run this circle on my own