Текст песни In Flames - Artifacts Of The Black Rain
In Flames - Artifacts Of The Black Rain слова песни
Stood there leaning to the city moon,casting silhouettes tall to grip her white roomsthe black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masquein the serpentine sun of tragedy baskedStood there cursing at the soul-dead masswith their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passedsplinters of a life rushing by in the whirla lone, silent warrior in a fantasy worldHe cried for night / but night could not comeso, swept in the shroud of Misanthropia he went awayand fed the empty gallerieswith the artifacts of the black rainsunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smileHe made the footprints a part of his heartto rouse a sacred confrontationStood there carving on the monument to liesdigging of the earth, making friends with the soilas the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighshe disappears into her cold, icy womb