Furva Ambiguitas - At The Bottom Of The River - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The water surface is endless, it holds my body, and around me there are others, many thousands of others. Madness. Some resist the waves, flounder, scream, others meekly and quickly float with the current. Still others sway motionless in place, look around, someone is drowning or drowning, someone is drifting or dead. And I am tired of the bustle and satiated with the smell of eternal water, monotonous, albeit with all the colors of the world inside. I fight, I overcome the resistance of the water wall, I sink to the bottom, voluntarily, consciously. There, in the depths, is darkness and beauty, all the mysteries of the world and somewhere at the bottom is the sacred meaning, the great secret, the answer to all my questions, the key to the mysteries of consciousness. Deliverance from all troubles is to find it.

Oremus Mori! Odium vita est!

Die and rest, lonely wanderer!

I release you to freedom, so go, go!

Return to the land of eternal night!

Don't get lost on the Way! On the Way!

Forget the way back! Leave

In the past the footprints in the snow-

They lead to home, but not to yours!

They belong to God, but they will be swept away.

They will be thrown, trampled, erased from memory,

Caeca invidia est!

The snows melt and flow in streams into rivers, into the seas!

Until the time comes to pray to your gloomy face.

And those who threw stones at your back,

Will rise and follow you.

Those who carried out the bloody persecution

Will come and prostrate themselves before you.

Cursed be the day when the Forces did not allow

The world of faceless ignoramuses to perish!

The prison of your perfection!

The cause of all troubles and hopes.

Revelation - may the great punishment be damned

The senselessness of world-making,

That allowed the lower to occupy the celestial heights.

That sent all the mysteries deep down,

Doomed to exile and imprisonment.

Rise up! Look around!

The sunset is burning - the Black sun is rising!

The weight of the burden is the key to finding strength.

Sleep, the torture of life, the ignorance of the circle around.

A faithful friend and foe - a whitish portrait,

In the blackness of glass, which on a stormy night

Washed by the rain. And burns to the ground

On a hypocritical day.

The curse of life!

The essence of time and life is a stone at the bottom that hides the silt.

And here, without a true thought, to fall in favor of suddenly

Eternity will be branded, they will say, it does not exist,

Where winter is white, black snow is a metaphor, and when you want,

Burns with fire. The revelation of a madman was read by bodies,

And they looked for meaning in it, but in vain. Vanity and decay.

Curse of life!

What is left - to search in the song of the night wind

Your voices ...

That call to rise and accept the battle.

A duel for death, for silent peace.

Oremus Mori! Odium vita est!

Curse of life!

So die, rest, lonely wanderer!

Go to freedom, go, go!

Return home - to the land of eternal night!

Do not get lost on the Way!

Forget the way back!

Look into the night distance,

Do not be afraid to stretch out your hands into the Darkness.

You will be heard and found.

After all, you are walking along the river bottom.

After all, you are walking along the river bottom.

We are all walking along the river bottom…