Death In Ecstasy - Chains

Chains. With a taste of blood on the lips People clad in chains, Believe in the swing of broad wings Only in my wildest dreams. These chains do not break Generations of helpless slaves. Those miserable fish Without their own faces. In systems of others' pain No hope for a bright end. Skeletons of dead boatmen Exhausted by sturdy strands. The cries of birds notified Of the end of an empty game. And distant bells becomes Accompaniment Big Flame. Again live someone else life There is no longer the old the forces. Become a drop of blue sky To fly away into the night, to the boundless world. Opening brightest stars, A full breath breathe Infinite freedom of the air, From the mad cry of happiness. But we firmly chained, Nothing we cannot change. Only loud laugh children, Maybe their chains not as strong...