Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I m all things vivid in a world of grey So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey My thoughts
chaos Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude I m the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death Extradited to the gods
ترجمة: Meshuggah. في الموت -- الموت.
ترجمة: Meshuggah. في الموت -- هل الحياة.