Nowy dzień - nowa gra. W każdej z blizn dusza łka. Krzyż za krzyż, cierń za cierń. Kolejny mesjasz kona. Czy wystarczy łez? Czy ujrzę swoją twarz w zwierciadle płonących ciał? Czy słychać śpiew u nieba bram, gdy serce staje, a sznur łamie kark? Krew za krew to twej miłości dar. Kości chrzęst, łamanych w imię prawd, których jad wycieka z każdej z ran, gdy w imię twe brata zabija brat. Nowy dzień - stary ból. Cios za ciosem niczym puls. Krzyż za krzyż, cierń za cierń. Kolejne serce pęka. Czy wystarczy łez? Dlaczego odwracasz wzrok, gdy w oczy spojrzeć pragnę? Jest ich tak wiele i w każdym gniew goreje. I palący wstyd, jak w krtani tkwiący żar. Z łona w grób. Z prochu w proch. Biel i czerń. Król i pion. Ostatni raz - ostatnia gra. Ostatni ruch - po trupach ku niebu. Dzień za dniem - ostatni raz. Dzień za dniem - ostatnia gra. Dzień za dniem - ostatni ruch. Dzień za dniem - szach i mat. Krew za krew to twej miłości dar. Kości chrzęst, łamanych w imię prawd, których jad wycieka z każdej z ran. Gdy w imię twe brata zabija brat.
Eng:
Through Corpses to Heaven
New day - new game. Through every scar the soul cries away. A cross for a cross, a thorn for a thorn. Another messiah dies. Are our tears enough? Will I see my face in the mirror of burning corpses? Can you hear the singing from beyond the everlit gates as heart stops and the rope breaks your neck? Blood for blood is the gift of your love. The crunch of bones, broken in the name of truths, whose venom spills from every wound as a brother kills his brother in thy name. New day - old pain. Smite after smite like a pulse. A cross for a cross, a thorn for a thorn. Another heart breaks. Are our tears enough? Why do you look away when I look into your eyes? There are so many and each one burns with wrath. And with a scorching shame like choking on embers. From the womb to the grave. Dust to dust. White and black. King and pawn. The final attempt - the final game. The final gambit - through corpses to heaven. Day after day - the final attempt. Day after day - the final game. Day after day - the final gambit. Day after day - checkmate. Blood for blood is the gift of your love. The crunch of bones, broken in the name of truths, whose venom spills from every wound as a brother kills his brother in thy name.
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