Текст песни IV. The Solipsist (Avhath) с переводом

We’re not defined by the time

Toughen the knot and symphony will rhyme

These sparse of solitaries

Sentiments of a man

My fear against the ground

Would it all make sense now?

Dead wretched opossum lay, the moon is risen in my last day

Ain’t we all just imageries of our past?

Ask me to sing the rest

Ache that forever rests

Harrows the idea of silent quest

The idea of living

For forever, for what we desire, the mutual solace

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