Неизвестен - Повелитель мух - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Simon's head tilted back slightly. His eyes could not take his eyes off the Lord of the Flies, and he was hanging right in front of him.

- What are you supposed to do here alone? Aren't you afraid of me?

Simon winced.

- Nobody will help you. Just me. And I am the Beast.

Simon's lips forced out loudly:

- Pig's head on a stick.

“And you imagine that you can track me down and kill me?” - said the head. For several moments, the forest and all other vaguely guessable places shook in response with vile laughter. - But you knew, didn’t you? That I am a part of you? An inseparable part! Is it because of me that nothing worked out for you? What happened because of me?

And the laughter began again.

“Now,” said the Lord of the Flies, “go to your people, and we will forget about everything.”

Simon's head shook. The eyes closed, as if in imitation of this dirty trick on a stick. He already knew what would happen to him now. The Lord of the Flies swelled like a balloon.

- That's just funny. You yourself know very well that you will meet me down there, so what are you doing?

Simon's body arched and froze. The Lord of the Flies spoke like a school teacher:

“This has all gone too far.” Poor, lost child, do you really think that you are smarter than me?..

Silence.

- I'm warning you. You'll drive me crazy. Clear? We don't need you. You're redundant. Understood? We want to have fun here on the island. Understood? We want to have fun here on the island. So don’t be stubborn, poor lost child, or else...

Simon was already looking into the open mouth. There was blackness in the mouth, and the blackness was expanding.

“...that’s not it,” said the Lord of the Flies, “we will finish you off.” Clear? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. We'll finish you off. Clear?

The mouth swallowed Simon. He fell and lost consciousness.

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The cloudy sky was torn open by a blue-white scar. And then a roar struck, like a giant scourge. The singing emanated from death horror:

- Beat the beast! Cut your throat! Let out the blood!

Out of horror was born desire - greedy, sticky, blind.

- Beat the beast! Cut your throat! Let out the blood!

Again the blue-white scar appeared at the top and a yellow explosion erupted. The kids rushed screaming from the edge of the forest, one, not remembering himself, broke through the ring of the elders:

- It is he! He!

The circle became a horseshoe. Something vague and dark was crawling out of the forest. An annoying scream rolled in front of the beast.

The beast fell, almost fell into the center of the horseshoe.

- Beat the beast! Cut your throat! Let out the blood!

The blue scar no longer left the sky, the roar was unbearable. Simon shouted something about a dead body on the mountain.

- Beat the beast! Cut your throat! Let out the blood! Kill the beast!

The sticks clicked, the horseshoe crunched and closed again in a screaming circle. The beast was kneeling in the center of the circle, the beast was covering its face with its hands. Trying to block out the disgusting screaming noise, the beast shouted something about a dead man on the mountain. The animal broke through, broke out of the circle and fell from the steep edge of the cliff onto the sand, towards the water. The crowd rushed after him, fell from the cliff, flew at the beast, beat him, bit him, tore him. There were no words, and there were no other movements - only tearing claws and teeth.

Then the clouds opened and rain fell like a waterfall. The water rushed from the top, tore leaves and branches from the trees, and lashed the pile thrashing in the sand with a cold shower. Then the pile disintegrated, and shambling figures separated from it. Only the beast remained lying - a few yards from the sea. Even through the wall of rain it became clear how small this beast is; and bloody spots were already spreading on the sand.