Текст песни Troubled Times - Akerman

I wake into the storm
The sound that can't be borne
The freedom is all gone
I shift my gaze away

And all you mannered men beware
As you will find out - no one cares
And you can try it if you dare
But you will probably die out

The same in every way
No subtle words to say
And violence all around
This is the dying ground

And it don't matter if you run
You have been breathing it too long
And now eternal night will dawn
And the way back home is

Gone
Gone gone

And where are we all bound
And everywhere is black
And everywhere there's lack
There is no turning back

We have to find someone to blame
There's no more modesty or shame
And only troubled times
But I will find you once a