Текст песни Satyricon — Havoc Vulture

Оригинальный текст и слова песни Havoc Vulture:

Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you’re down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns –
when your hands are sore
(and) to save you from everything you care for

Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?

A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the un-
spoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the others

The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to
remind you that He exists

Those who wait for His salt with open wounds
have a way to go
the shadow of you must rest (first)

Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when
others do it for you?

The force behind the hit cannot be mistaken
’cause He’s the saviour with magnanimity and
…a light in the dark

Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way,
where is the road going? To a place where you
can wash the blood off your hands?

Where did the knowing go? …With a saviour to
transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky’s mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we ever know?

Удивительно, как может быть спасителем тот,
Кто наградил тебя, одновременно, и жизнью и смертью
Тот, кто отравил тебя, когда ты был болен
Тот, кто протянул тебе терновый венец, когда твои руки были изранены
И тут же спасал тебя от болячек
Тебе становилось спокойнее, когда он показывал тебе твою слабость?
Или ты чувствовал неуправляемую ненависть?
Он посеял в тебя семя, которое никогда не прорастет
Ибо с петлей на шее человек перестает видеть во всем величайший смысл
Неузнаваемый зов вытаскивает из тебя несказанное слово
Обещание принять мученничество за других
Спаситель отрезает тебе крылья, чтобы хоть как-то напомнить о себе
Тем же, кто ждет его соли с отверзстыми ранами
Придется ждать еще долго
Тень твоя должна упокоиться
Но я вопрошаю, зачем ты роешь себе могилу, в то время
Как другие делают это для тебя?
Сила с которой наносится удар не может быть излишней
Ведь он же спаситель, обладающий великодушием и…
…свет во мраке
Может это устрашает больше, чем освещенный путь
Куда ведет эта дорога?
В место, где ты отмоешь свои руки от крови?
Кто знает куда идете вы за своим спасителем?!
В трансцендентальные царства или в долину забвения?
По другую сторону свода небесного таинства лежит сон, проклятие или спасение?
Откуда мы можем знать?!

Перевод на русский или английский язык текста песни — Havoc Vulture исполнителя Satyricon:

Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you’re down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns —
when your hands are sore
(And) to save you from everything you care for

Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?

A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the un-
spoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the others

The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to
remind you that He exists

Those who wait for His salt with open wounds
have a way to go
the shadow of you must rest (first)

Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when
others do it for you?

The force behind the hit can not be mistaken
‘Cause He’s the saviour with magnanimity and
… A light in the dark

Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way,
where is the road going? To a place where you
can wash the blood off your hands?

Where did the knowing go? … With a saviour to
transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky’s mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we ever know?

It’s amazing how he can be a lifesaver,
Who gave you, at the same time, and life and death
Anyone who poisoned you, when you were sick
The one who handed you the crown of thorns, when your hands were bruised
And then He saved you from sores
You became calmer when he showed you your weakness?
Or do you feel uncontrollable hatred?
He sowed the seed in you that will never sprout
For a noose around his neck man ceases to see around the greatest sense
Unrecognizable call pulls you into unspeakable word
Promise to take muchennichestvo for others
Savior cuts your wings to somehow remind myself
Those who are waiting for it with salt otverzstymi wounds
We’ll have to wait a long time
The shadow of your needs to rest
But I have to inquire, why are you playing your own grave, while
How others do it for you?
The strength with which strikes can not be excessive
After all, he is the savior of possessing and the generosity of …
… Light in the darkness
Maybe it terrifies more than a lighted path
Where does this road go?
The place where you otmoesh their hands with the blood?
Who knows where you’ll go for their savior ?!
In the realm of the transcendental or the valley of oblivion?
On the other side of the vault of heaven sacrament is a dream, a curse or Salvation?
How do we know ?!

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