Текст песни Nameless (Buried Alive) - Nameless

In pus I'm covered
Hanging from my fucking feet
With my bead open in cross
Bellowing is useless when no one can bear your cry

Pendulum shuttles embroidering our snare
Fiend of consciousness, weaver insane

Something unknown, torture endless
Stigmatizer, sangrail of the black wine

Lambs scaffold, our slaughterhouse
Oh! Maze of the rotten lost souls
Circle that devours all
What's that inside!
Spilling its bile

Who's this ghoul?
Gnawing my entrails
Eternal invader - The chaos of thought -
Enemy -Internal dolour-
When the pain of soul
Surpass the corporal one

Over our ashes building our own dungeon
Upon our flesh the vultures devour like flames
With mind and heart breeding our own spawn
Afflicted miasma - The circle is below-

Our scourge!

Everyone lives its own hell
Deep inside lives the hangman
Our scourge!

My soul is frightened
By a nameless being
My limen is rotted
By cenobites

Can't find the words
To say what I'm feeling inside
Lullaby of ghouls, in silence...
Crying
Dying

I feel so old though I'm still young
I'm dead though you see me alive
I'm paying a sin that isn't mine

Have us here gathered
Gathered by our souls
As the pain that dwells inside everything
As the pain that never dies
Not even (now) in its final act
We have something that few own
A trace, a path, history
Here we are
And here we will prevail
Like servants of the eternal grief
There is no fate, nor faith, nor tomorrow
All is just an endless dawn of sorrow
Hail pain!
Death is eternal, nameless never dies

(Emptiness)

Circle (of) silent suffers
Dark root of all evil
Our scourge!