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    Divina Enema Wooden Ladle текст песни

    Wooden Ladle

    (When he had so spoken, I beheld the Angel,
    stretched out his arms, embracing the flame
    of fire, and he was consumed, and arose as
    Elijah. Note. This Angel, who is now became a
    Devil, is my particular friend. We often read
    the Bible together in its infernal or diabolical
    sense, which the world shall have if they
    behave well. I have also The Bible of Hell,
    which the world shall have whether they will or no.)

    ["SLEEP DEPRIVATION" THEME:]

    Sleep and then you will see,
    As you even can’t imagine yourself
    As sometimes all of the things
    Overturn upside-down…

    Oh, my dearest!
    They seem to be real
    And all of them -
    I mean those people are sheep who do not differ from one an another

    Sleep and then you will see…
    Have a look at your dreams -
    They are burning in flames
    Like the rags torn asunder.

    And under you feet…
    Can’t you see dying days?
    You cannot leave
    Your sweet "sleepering" chamber

    Nobody minds,
    That’s only a dream.
    It’s high time to go ahead to bed…
    Nothing yet…
    Almost done,
    Two-faced devil’s child,

    Rise and cry;
    "Nobody won
    Anyone,
    And lost this one either…
    Having arrived from the other side,
    Forlorn in silent pride".

    Mist and disease do exist in your dreams.
    Strange flames are waltzing so beautiful now

    Under your feet
    And on your way home;
    There is no need to cure:
    They are your sick overture
    Before you go insane at all.
    Autumn flames stole your dreams…
    Dancing flames stole your soul…
    Nobody minds if you fall asleep.

    Sleep if you can,
    Sleep if you will.
    Sleep if you see the bright light next to me.
    Sleep if you dare to watch my surprise.
    Sleep ’cause I don’t care
    Haven’t you heard my nice lullabies!

    [THE "WOODEN LADLE" THEME:]

    Some people only need in food and want to muck
    Some of them got to live in fight and have bad luck
    Some of them born with a silver spoon in a mouth
    And the others with a wooden ladle…
    You’ll have seen as…

    Shall we be fighting with the sin
    Has spread abyss as endless sea?
    You mean us: It won’t touch me
    Even if I follow all these fools…

    Some people have got to drown and die
    In seas or in a glass of wine
    And if you share their way -
    You will have got the most of attributes.

    Dominion do we need? Not quite…

    Oh, you had better listen to the rustle of the silent days.
    Watch as poor mankind does make a million ways -
    During its countless nights and days
    Caught in a trap full of deadly haze. -
    It always does search for itself.
    Betray!

    Don’t give them another chance anymore.
    Let them disappoint themselves more and more
    Let them drown in bloody sea and stay on the shore. -
    They yet wanted all the cares and got them all!

    What have you got in a mouth — in a mouth of yours
    Who knows of this delicious one tell me — I can’t suppose
    Let me look at this one in a mouth of yours
    Perhaps it sounds great and looks so fun… I suppose

    You cannot stay outside the death.
    First one that’s looking very sad
    Don’t try to be a GOD
    Therefore you cannot be a GOD,
    Poor mortal whore

    You will have known it very soon
    Who gets a ladle or a spoon
    Why did you get your wooden one
    And who had thrown it into your mouth.

    Nobody did believe this:
    Thou art not a GOD.
    The thoughts of thine with thy wrath are falling apart
    Because of idiotic ae thou dost keep in thy mouth…
    With ladle thou wert made…
    Thou shalt not become the devilkin before it is too late.
    Thy wooden ae doth make thee weep
    It doth not want thee to eat or sleep -
    It doth make thy path pass away
    Thou art getting paler day by day…
    Try to appease thy angry daemon and keep him in thy mouth
    Feed him by thy flesh and thy bones far more than usual
    Thou art poor mortal whore…

    There is wonderful place — there is beautiful place
    Keep your temper — you are not to be in a maze
    There is haze of oblivion — wonderful haze
    There is wonderful place for your future remains.

    ["SLEEP DEPRIVATION" THEME:]

    Sleep fast and do not be afraid:
    When you will have awoke
    You’ll be rich and mighty as before,
    "Mad sea alike thou winna know
    Of thine shore, poor mortal whore!"

    Sleep and then you will see
    Dark and bottomless sea,
    Sleep and then you will buy
    Hidden essence of thine.

    Come along side by side
    Next to your filthy pride.
    "Evil demons of time
    Will have not passed thee by."

    Wonder I if you’d mind
    Dying now in a sleep?
    You are poor mortal whore.
    You’re degenerate sheep!

    Sleep and then you won’t see
    As the hollow — eyed darkness comes.
    Sleep and then you won’t see
    As the blind moon is arising,

    Sleep and then you won’t see
    All of the sudden cares,
    You even do fear
    To think of them again and again

    Sleep and then you won’t see
    Sleeping grim entity
    If the nightmares of yours
    Not suffocate you before.
    You are poor mortal whore.

    You won’t wait for salvation
    Whilst you have your nightmares
    And sleep deprivation
    Sleep and then you will see
    Two faces of GOD!!!

    Well, it’s time to reveal our forces and might
    You don’t know how to manage him who has arrived
    You have done all the screaming already and now
    Wring your hands in despair and o don’t ask me "How

    Am I t’ stop it?" — If you leave off rowing it will
    Stop of itself — What are you to reveal?
    So the boat of yours was left to drift down the stream
    So you’re desperate one’s left to drift down the stream

    Lo the blade of one of the oars got fast in the
    Water and would not come out again
    And the consequence was that the handle of it
    Caught you under your chin thus got under your feet!



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