Текст песни Flies Above The Dead

The morning sun was slowly rising above the horizon
And the fog was disappearing showing a terrible scene…
A fresh dead half was drying on the grass,
And the dead flesh was attracting the flies.

The Idiot always was forgetting the place he awakes,
As he every time was drunk he was falling asleep anywhere
One night he awoke on the railway,
Walking along he had met the train, coming on full speed.

Sucking the gut of a dead,
The brain drying out in the head,
Maggots are growing inside,
Sores on the corpse are very wide,
The flesh decreases rise by rise,
This is a fly's paradise.
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He was carved in half by steel train wheels,
The larger dead half was knocking against the sleepers,
Then it had trapped to the steep with a much of bowels,
That was falling out through the half of mile.

The morning sun was slowly rising above the horizon
And the fog was disappearing showing a terrible scene…
The flies were aggressive as an august time was coming up,
Crawling on the flesh, infesting it within the maggots.

Sucking the gut of a dead,
The brain drying out in the head,
Maggots are growing inside,
Sores on the corpse are very wide,
The flesh decreases rise by rise,
This is a fly's paradise.