Текст (слова) песни: Ephel Duath - Ruins

...And in poor seconds,
the filthy figures surrounding
become obstacles....

Smell of acid thoughts.

Intoxicated eyes,
Madly,
Are you searching for the obscure calm,
But the partial blindness doesnt relieve,
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide.

Memories contribute to mental fall,
Skin refuses to feel.
Hide my mind
From the unconscious desire
Of wound, deep wound.

I drag between a liquid grey and the hole.

Intoxicated eyes,
Madly,
Are you searching for the obscure calm,
But the partial blindness doesnt relieve,
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide.

No way,
By now, theres no way,
And I spit on these ruins.
What silliness....Quiet
Другие песни Ephel Duath:

Ironical Communion
Labyrinthine
My Glassy Shelter
Ruins
The Passage
The Picture
The Unpoetic Circle