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No Salvation
(оригинал)
My greater Feast of Death, the vultures' last supper
Let me offer the body shreds over the valley of corpses
I, transcended mortal, bird-scattered nobly-born dead
No hope for I am a sinner of the fields of death, so enter therein!
As setting face-to-face call me
Loathsome, abominable One!
I won’t be nobly-re-born
Through the winds of this bardo-hell
I, the wanderer
The world-departing One
Lost life was illusion so sins and weakness are delusions
Yet That which is, is not That which is!
All laws are but a lie!
Falsehood!
No light at the end of the whirl, no funeral comfort sinning
As my tight-bone
Trumpet sounds from voice of death
And my skill-cup overfilled with sins
My soul’s great fall
Now, I hear the Apocalypse
Smell smoke, dull colour
Light of Hell!
Then confess, not having done godly deeds
Had done evil instead!
I, the evil-doer before the King of Suffering
(перевод)
Мой великий пир смерти, последний ужин стервятников
Позвольте мне предложить клочья тела над долиной трупов