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MGLA LYRICS
"Mdlosci and Further Down the Nest" (2007 Best of/Compilation)
1. Mdłości I
2. Mdłości II
3. Further Down The Nest I
4. Further Down The Nest II
1. Mdłości I
Through the fields of scars and wounds
Shining with dim light of non-existence
What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity!
What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss!
To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit
That mankind has been weaving for millennia
And face the most horrible truth of all
Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost
Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore
Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness
2. Mdłości II
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished
Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation
As a monument of the silent gospel
From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia
Risen by the hand of man
Turning the pages of history
Purifying, channeling the essence
Of a conscious, erected mud
Our almighty new god
Turning man back into mud*
* with respect for Puissance
3. Further Down The Nest I
Lost between the razor traces
Scratched confidence
Found comfort in shadows black
Taking darkness for granted
Left open for what comes unseen:
It's beautiful horror, it's wondrous seeds of doubt
Gazing into the abbys with the intensity of a madman
Desperately awaiting the day it looks back
Lest ye forget the monsters
Transgressing into a frigid soul
Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise
Shattering the precious illusion of potential
Further down the nest
Further down the ID
Cold, inert
Missed the distance, lost the trace
Complete
The Lord of Deceit rejoices
4. Further Down The Nest II
Polska:
I tak sie wlasnie konczy swiat
nie hukiem, ni skomleniem
lecz szumem belkotu slepcow
zapomnialych swego upadku
Oto krew swiata, strumienie Ichor
Strugi cieplej sliny na pyskach Hylikos
Oto istota kielicha z Mateusza
Ksztalty bez formy, cienie bez barwy
Slowa bez znaczen, mozlwiosci bez celu
Promieniejace zycie
English:
And that is how the world ends
Not with clatter, nor with whining
But with the murmurous stammering of the blind
Forgetful of their own fall
This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor
Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos
This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew
Shapes without form, shadows without colour
Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose
Radiating life
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