The Austrasian Goat все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
A Liquid Manure Of GuiltWhat more could I expect
From a world refusing to admit its decease?
Prescription is a privilege we buy
What could I expect
From a world which refers to this lie called god
To build morality?
Even in UnevenI follow the way of bitterness signed with familiar faces
Bumptiously laughing at me
I've heard the call of nothing
I welcome precariousness in each part of my life
I've seen stains of resignation
I've heard the call of nothing
Pyre Without FlamesThey built their coffins
And they barely survive
The screens of redemption
still rape their freedom
Faith is venom
Hope is a snare
Wait for nothing
The Banks Of The Shadow's RiverSoil still cries
Blood red teardrops
Rain and rust combined in a quiet flow of blurred souvenirs
The mirror of madness
The taste of insanity
We live a permanent dusk
Everyday is a funeral journey
The lined white crosses are landscapes
UnchainedWe are not trees
We have no roots
I hate all borders
I'm not scared of ruins
Traditions are chains
Rites are comfortable
Burn the idols
Blasphemies are branches of truth