Перевод песни MyChildren MyBride – Terra Firma

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In death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview
That which formed us from this cold dark lifeless earth
For it is in this journey that we evolve into our true state
We were created in love, and now were born into hate
Incontrovertible rest, our darkened eyes will never open
And our vision will never be shaded again
By the relentless hands of time
Our mortal flesh is nothing but a mantle of corruption
Unveil and deliver into the hands of our creator
To justify our requital. to justify our atonement
We were birthed from the ground, and to the ground we shall return
We are a breed of dirt
We are the eternal
And although our bodies, stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays
Will never witness the light of day, I arise through the dirt and up past my grave
This is the end, this is our final ascent, great architect of time
Thunder rolling, nature preparing, for the mighty atmospheric retreat
Cure me with your wisdom, consume my heart, en-light my mind, behold the great
harbinger...
Were born into hate