Клаус Бадельт - Meet John Constantine - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

After the end there is always a continuation. So gray and so meaningless that you, standing on the balcony and slowly smoking, peering into the outlines and details of the city, begin to feel powerful waves of voids that first fill you, and then knock down from your path forever.

The emptiness gradually leaves, you begin to hear sounds again and see people. They annoyingly try to help and return you back, but there is no road back. You don’t just hear the word “death”, you feel it. She vaguely and in a scaliz flows into your thoughts, then to nausea painfully and hatefully cuts your consciousness. You understand that this person is no longer ...

Then, suddenly, as soon as she comes, the arrow of rage permeates you suddenly. So wild and blind that everything that you were turning into the word "rage".

She leads you to the labyrinths of your memories and crazy nightmares. She strangles you with tearful cries with such hatred that you are ready to destroy everything around only with your hatred. To death ...

Uxalid shadows overlap you air. You can’t help but think. Do not think about the past and about the possibilities, about life, and about such relatives and the necessary grains of dead, dead feelings, about what can be changed and how. About death ...

You walk through empty rooms of happiness and peace. You are looking for an answer. Not to the question "Why?" Or “why?”, And to the question “how?”. How can you return. What you need to go through and how to find the way there.

Nothing is reflected in your eyes. Your monastery is the darkest corner of the room. You are a creature that no longer lives, but even here has not yet disappeared. You just can't find the way. Bye…

Soon you become the same black and ruthless, indifferent, cruel as your hatred. You are lost in the infinity of thoughts, sleepless nights, read electronic pages and books, drunk bottles and screams.

You fall apart into pieces, you are not crying with water, but with blood, you are almost no. It seems to you, just about it, and you will break it, you realize the answer. But the light eludes you. Even the acquired ability to see the shadow of darkness does not help to see the black light of hope, among the bright and burning light of reality.

Hatred was so corroded and gobbled up that you forgot who you are. And you begin to understand that you are already death. You are Astarot, which burns yourself again and again. And with every piece of the flesh of your essence, with every drop of life that you feel in the pulse, when tightly, piercing into the very depths of consciousness, you squeeze the neck of another victim - yourself, you understand all the hopelessness, and you see all 9 circles of hell that you created and went through it yourself. For what? For revenge? To whom? What? Of death? You are death. And you will take revenge on yourself. And you can never get out of the circle of eternal self -separation and self -destruction. You are hell. And forever burn you in yourself ...