Перевод песни Those Who Lie Beneath – As the Vultures Circle

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Knowing you are going to die is a hard thing accepted at first
Laying in a pool of your own fucking blood
As the vultures circle over your fucking head
With a bullet in your gut
This is a slow and painful death
Millions of things run through your mind
Too many «what if?"s to count
As I lay in a pool of a blood
I can't help but think, will I be remembered?
The answer is; probably not
I try to make it to my feet to no prevail
Everything is going black
I think I have died only to wake up As if this is some sort of sick fucking joke
This is not a dream, still bleeding
Still filled with all of this pain
Trying to move my feet, I do not prevail
I watch as the vultures circle over my head
Life blurs as I try to make things out
Yelling will do me no good
So I lay and wait for fucking death
I watch as the vultures circle over my head
Yelling will do me no good
So I lay and wait for death
As I lay in a pool of blood
I can't help but think, will I be remembered?
The answer is: probably not
I try to make it to my feet; I do not prevail
Life blurs as I try to make everything out
Yelling will do me no fucking good
So I lay and wait for death
When I die, will I go anywhere?
Or am I doomed to sit and fucking rot?