Текст песни Moon Base (The Bootheel) с переводом

concrete believer

you were born

to be a faith healer

lay your hands

upon my brow

sacred tongues

rattle in your jowl

every silver coin is a testament

to Babylon’s second ascent

I slept for all those years

so I could stay awake for this

I washed your feet

in rememberance

of all the hands

that I’ve kissed

regret has dragged it’s claws

across the small of my back

I break my neck

to take a look

at the wreckage that has passed

we laid the bricks

upon which your alter was built

we wove the cloth

upon which your blood

would be spilt

the abundance of your coffer

is the measure of success

we lay our heads down

where the wicked go to rest

tend to your flock

you shepherds of rot

your staff leads us

into the dens of wolves

if this is penance

than what are our sins?

surely this can’t be forgiven

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