Текст песни Death Is the Martyr of Beauty

Drunk with the nectar of submission, of submission I feel nothing more, I feel nothing more Than existence, than existence A loneliness that will not come off In the narcissism of the harbor We are lost Vaster than night My pride My threat My thrust This is beyond, very far This is beyond, oh, this is beyond This is beyond, very far This is beyond, this is beyond Is this the final exorcism of an obsession? In the obsession? Swept clean of the past and its errors Shall we take new roads We shall take new roads Look, lost vast night Tearing and loathing Thrashing without you To the church of tomorrow Death Is the Martyr of Beauty Look, here is our runic wreath Look here