Grobut Neerg - Grove Is Grove | Текст песни

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• Grobut Neerg
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The news are to rare for our backwoods,
They dissapear, they die, they are mute.
The edge is transparent, the forests are deep,
We don’t wait for guests, do you want make a trip?

Traps are everywhere, their teeth tear flesh,
The man who arranged them, likes to prick and slash.
He never takes risk, he waits like a beast,
When would the steel change a soul to a mist.

Conclusion is simple: strangers will die,
The trap isn’t joking, it can make you cry.
No rumor, no scars, no magnificent stories,
Remember the moment and don’t wait for glory.

When sharp steel breaks bones and digs into flesh,
The trap begins smiling, the teeth start to clash.
Try to make limbs free and howl to the sky,
Nobody will hear, there’s no use to cry.

God, bless the skies, your soul’s still in body,
Till when it remains? Surrounding is muddy.
You’re starting to crawl and keep silence as well,
Your scars and your wounds are beginning to swell.

The scavenger turns back again every morning,
He looks in the trap, do you hear, he is groaning!
He’s starting to shiver, he starts to turn round,
My friend, grove is grove: you’ll finally shout.

Grove is grove.

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