Sammath Naur - Three-Coloured Rhapsody of Dead Time

Awaken in my cold coffin I hear the voices of my brothers
Disrupted dream of out power, escape from claws of tyrant
Black embraces black, an alien inside my head
A dead body cannot rise again, rotting in the deadly ground

From the beginning my path was marked by your law
All the evil powers cannot be equal to your cruelty
One force, persistence of life, slowly it burns you
When rhapsodies of your actions will lose their colour in the nameless fog

I cannot wake myself!
I cannot gain my senses!

To distinguish between a whistle of a bullet and a raindrop
All the perspectives cannot exist here, only vengeance heats the blood
Three-coloured fog embraces life, to finally awake you.