тема креста - час волка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

explosion ruins of designs of ideas and thoughts

half-life of the essence to the primary stage

without the crown of attempts to dismantle the image of myself as a madman

looking for glimpses of clear consciousness in the mirror surface

on my knees to ask myself

don't turn this night into crystal

silence is louder than a scream numbness

inversion of figures and outlines of familiar furniture

cross the night

and I will be rewarded with nausea

and hands shaking in small haste

she wants me on her back in the dark

I monitor the movement of each neuron,

Under the shots of the second hand, I’m looking for an escape route

falling into the coffin of the bed, clinging to the sheet - my white flag

Already girded with humility, but I don’t believe it, I move my hands over my body to exit number two,

paralyzed by hypotheses of impending nothingness

flashing images as a signal

cold fingers slide across the chest,

throwing the cross aside,

remove the seals of all prohibitions, and

Eternal God and King of all creation

you have made me worthy to come to this hour, forgive me my sins,

in my dreams behind closed eyelids I explode the last bottle of endorphins

inhale past the notes with a cry of muscle contraction, Eternal God, dissolve the night

For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, now and always, and unto ages of ages. Amen.