Cult Of Erinyes - The Eschatologist | Текст песни

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02. The Eschatologist

Grayish foam gushing out from my lips, like sulfur
The sound of a breaking bone, hidden somewhere within

I’m just a lost child dwelling in a limbo
Scorched earth, the end has a peculiar smell
Crawling vermin, overwhelming vastness
It will soon bury me
I’ll disappear as if I had never existed

Invisible souls hum a melody
Soft as a breeze, obstinate as death
A few notes, grave and monotonous
Time fracture, a moment of stasis

Sudden refusal and flight
Regression to an embryonic state
I lose my senses, I start a useless fight
Without hope, without reason
The insane desire to be the sole exception
To brave the unutterable
Demented eyes, freezing sweat

The cycle ends, alas I’ve been fooled
I finally go to rest, like a tacit agreement
Peace moves in, slowly, like a caress
Then hits me like a seizure