Текст песни Malthusian - The Summoning Bell

Оригинальный текст песни The Summoning Bell

Grieved, manical laughter
Peppered through the banality of life
Lights the very darkness that holds us
That traps us
That gives us purpose
We aimlessly search
Giving purpose to the nothing
Creating false comforts within
To hold in an eternal abyss

To exist between the dying sun and a rising moon
With a constant dull ache
Eyes closed
Bitter taste

Waiting for the bell to summon sleep
Waiting for the bell to summon awakening

Repetition. Constant repetition

Reaching open handed into thе past
Searching for an understanding
Grasping for meaning
Appointing omnitudе to nonentity
From dirt to the last sigh
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An eternity lived enraptured by ill-omened meditations

Intermittent screams
Hell that echos through the planes of existence
In stillness, silence screams

The silence
The nothing
It is everything
It is all