Cryptopsy - The Frantic Pace Of Dying текст песни

They are living candles
and we will watch them burn

Their frantic pace of dying
is so hard to maintain

Into the arms of Solace you go:
(we sing the screams of men;)
"make a Joyful Noise unto the Lord,"
scream and scream again

Age or Beauty: which to burn?
There's always room for one less;
Suffering is the Master from Whom we learn:
keep this Secret and be blessed

In these, the last days before Revelation,
as Existence is fultile and Failure is not an option,
they bleed for Love of the Body,
and they die for the Body;
now, only silence remains...
a sylvan silence

The sick,
the dying,
the dead,
the rotting,
the damned...
...the burning

Their lives, as such, are but a trifle;
their sacrifices, much like compost,
will help to nourish the Seeds of the Future;
this august Body cannot cease to grow

"Arbeit macht frei"
until you die;
welcome to permanent downtime

They are living candles
and we will watch them burn out

All these small Deaths
of mind, of body...
Rest is for the weak