Текст песни Carmine - Michael Schulte , Fewjar

And a pair of glassy eyes
Now peek
What lies beyond his ashlar
Bare fields
Holding its arms straight up
Silver disk unreached
Crystalline grains spinning
Round its feet, reveal

Bright but sore
Enlightened harm for cure
Vision of a fallacy
It's gazing at itself

It's keeping it bleeding
It's keeping on dripping
It's keeping it bleeding
It's keeping on dripping
It's keeping it bleeding
It's keeping on dripping
It's keeping it bleeding
In its delirium
Its fallacy

Turns out to be real
What it sees
Across the desert of shards
Giant steles
And as steps led it to their shaft
Doubled shapes staring
Curved and ripped specular surface
Milion distorted identities

Bright but sore
Enlightened harm for cure
Vision of a fallacy
It's gazing at itself

It's keeping it bleeding
It's keeping on dripping
It's keeping it bleeding
It's keeping on dripping
It's keeping it bleeding
It's keeping on dripping
It's keeping it bleeding
In its delirium
Its fallacy

Could that be what I was born as?
Truly?