Jen bÌda a zk·za
A bytÌ d˘stojn˝ sotva psa
Strach, hlad a utrpenÌ uËÌ lidi a dÏti pr·t se mezi sebou
A tam
Kde ruka trhu drûÌ marionetu
NeznajÌ beznadÏj
Tam, kde pyroman se vracÌ
Pozl·tko a sl·va
Z vyhubl˝ch dlanÌ, nik˝m nevidÏn˝ch
Vöak slzy v prachu se ztratÌ, a kdo to uvidÌ
Po¯·d jen
OzvÏny smÌchu a pohrd·nÌ
Tam dol˘ se nesou
Tam, kde pyroman se vracÌ
A kdyû Ëekali na smrt a dÈöù biËoval jejich tv·¯e z¯ÌcÌ k nebes˘m
Probudil se v nich a nikdo uû to nedok·zal zastavit
Only poverty and doom
And living barely worth a dog
Fear, hunger and torment teach people and children to fight against each other
And where the hand of the market holds the marionette
They know no hopelessness
Where the pyromaniac is coming back
Gloss and fame
From the gaunt palms which nobody sees
Nevertheless the tears will disappear in the dust and who will see it
Always only
Echoes of laugh and scorn
Are carrying down there
Where the pyromaniac is coming back
And while they were waiting for their death and the rain was lashing their faces looking towards the skies
He woke up in them and nobody could stop it anymore
The pyromaniac is coming back
Burn down or be burnt down
To burn down or to be burnt down
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020
supported by 5 fans who also own “Pyroman se vracÌ”
I like to play at random intervals on the car ride to and from school and pretend like I'm really fucking angsty and cool and not a civil engineering student with a caffeine problem. Truly satisfies my Aggretsukocore Paperpilled Worksthetic. Malwaresoft