Leadhaze - Roots of My Clay | Текст песни

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• Roots of My Clay

By the scorched ornament in my thoughts hope is dragged,
But it’s too late now to wait for salvation.

My Land, My Mother is soaked dense with my blood,
The dead roots of my clay shalt sprout.

Like sister of my own, my sure Death
Marching chase me, peer into my trace.

Stellar Glare, return
Back to my memory!
Welkin, sag down to the ground!

With the groans of the River,
With the passing Wind squalls,
Like a Bullet, with Truth -
Shall I live with all this?

“…My Mountains, Steppes and Fields,
Soaked with blood, covered with corpses,
My Eternity, My Native Land,
Accept my soul, oh My Firmament!...”

Black Grief, it gnaw my entrails,
Lick my heels, gnaw my bones…

My Death…

Wash my grave with rains,
Feed the lifeless body with dew.

Let my Soul live with Thunderstorms,
Let my Will live with Most Evil Drought

The roots of my clay sprouted and then rot down,
Mother Soil wrapping me, lull me,
Like if I was Her dead child.

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