Afferatus - Stillborn - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The wheel of life rotates without stopping.

The path from birth to the grave.

But there are too many spokes in the wheel.

And among them, none of the steel.

Stillborn torso crawling out of rotting womb.

In the eyes of no interest in life. Just a primitive thirst to eat the flesh.

My grandfather often told me old stories.

In his time, women secretly gave birth and threw newborns into the well. Water does not return life, although it feeds it. This human greed poisons the earth. Earth, in turn, avenges the violation of natural hormones.

Killing a bit of evil that pretends to be good.

These creatures were called Vihts. Children who have never seen maternal care.

Rejected by the rotten womb. Stillborn

Then there were dark times for people. From the well as if from the gates of the underworld monsters escaped. They resembled children, but their symphony of screams made the soul chill. The gut shrank in horror at the thought that a woman used to wear it in her womb. Ruthless and bloodthirsty.

Not everyone managed to hide. Not everyone is lucky. From the peaceful settlement, as if descended from the picture, this charm was leaving. They tore the livestock into pieces with their clawed hands and milk teeth, drank the blood as if it were the mother's milk. The one that could not feed them. The one that betrayed. That they want to kill. That which lies right now is dead. Her fists were cruelly slaughtered. Just as every evil that hides in a mask of kindness deserves.