Текст песни Renaissant The Reverie

Look upon this filthful world

Besmirched to sullied trash

Heavens are swarmed with poisonous smoke

Rivers are soured with chemicals

The earth in oxidation

Our technical progress is self-annihilation

Evil grown in our souls

Betrayal and hatred preside over those

Corruptions steeped in our blood

Mankind is like a gay-parade

Remember

The freedom of flesh and wit is splendour of our seed

Rotten corpse on wooden cross is sign of feeble spirit

Christ is pawn in game of rat-men

The power of artful, money for poor

Undone the great and sacred sun-men

Turn the man from path of Gods (to road of muckworms)

Weakness leads to self-denial,

Thirst for comfort leads to (soul)-mire

There's no joy in wealth of purse, there is in wealthy soul

But now it's worn like sieve of gilded-maddened doll

[Chorus:]

Wisdom of ancients in our blood

Rise from the ashes, heavens' light in our eyes

Sword of truth, seize in hand

Let people's embers will be rend

Get wiser for our glorious Rod

Get stronger for the sake of loved

Get brighter in the name of brood

Be real, opened the conscience's route

Men consumes ourselves inside

Swallowing the all around

This anecdote we'll stop by bomb

Our want to die -- salvation's gone!

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She rules this world, she's higher Gods

Mankind is not yet spawn of evil

We'll save ourselves if we're revering

Gift of life, divinity's sigh

Our souls and paths from kingdom of skies

Beautiful bodies for endowment of love

Children of Earth, Ye fuel of Her hearth

We must take care Her not sparing our hearts

[Chorus]

Hail the Light!

You saw the loathing of the present

Your gaze's turned from fumes-mankind

Progress completed in regresses

This is horrid matricide

Remember

Woe to nation, whose children die not on forefathers' land

And not recall their customs, craving life like other ants

The curse of lapse lied upon hands

Divine-bred we fell of plants side of worse

Unleashed the wars for painted timbers and dried corpse

Tend thy land and folk

Be their loyal guards and hawks

Mother-heart is your pure thread

Love your family and friends

Hate your rivals for the pain

Praise and raise your inmost flame

Ring of life bleeds from your sins

You'll be in it, but you can slit

Be the Theos of perfection

Mend this world for resurrection

Do you want to be the God?

[Chorus]

Get wiser for our glorious Rod

Get stronger for the sake of love!