Elend - Borée | Текст песни

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[English translation:]

Scream across the city, scream dead through a thousand screams: they are dead!
It exerts its will over a city of slaves,
because man is the most terrible beast.
The wars poison us, and
I know that by yielding to the black heart of the night
we will give up the common law.
Life under the lance and the soul on the sword:
the ways of fortune are cruel.
Filaments of eternal night
torn from the line of time,
the winds burn the bodies,
erasing traces, symbols or
alliances.
But the cold will not extinguish the pyres.
And if I die, it is to welcome Boreas in my veins.

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