Die Stimmen - Breathing of death

I

You fall becoming weak from the run
The light of a disk of Luna in sky
You see the crosses and graves around.
Tonight You don't want to die
smell of air like meth
You WANT to escape and to hide
behind the breathing of death
the fear stronger at night

There is no escape but death
There is no sense in wrath.
The flowers grow from the filth
around us and our legs beneath

breathing of death is the most terrible smell
from it you can't to save and it takes you in full
breathing of death is the last that you feel
before you in agreement with death make the deal

II

A drought ridden spirit OF smell
Self-pity of abandoned health
Take all on way to the cell
That plague walk to the earth
A way abutted against a deadlock
But in air space you feel a stench
The door to escape entirely lock
Within you the begin of the end

There is no escape but death
There is no sense in wrath.
The flowers grow from the filth
around us and our legs beneath

breathing of death is the most terrible smell
from it you can't to save and it takes you in full
breathing of death is the last that you feel
before you in agreement with death make the deal


11.05.2009                Max Godunoff