Video Jubel de Akaamelda 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akaamelda - Jubel Lyrics

Three days before the superlative of distress
The blackened skies will split in two
The defiling wind will lift all the sins lived
And weave a newborn firmament from each of them

No one sleeps before the storm
Lots of tears cindered away all the pain
No one sleeps before the storm
Hide and wait (for) your spirit's slaughter

Painful ascents, one by one
Climb the affliction to crush you
Putrid gift of the deity
Senility and decay
Clеarly, an inglorious end
Tearing spirit, now is gone, crying with no feeling
Nitwit, turnеd to earth dust
Feed on, wash you with it
Endless cry

World of decay, separating all the dreams
So inconsistent and the same
Swallowed and digested, tears, choler and gore
Banquet of leaders (through the stars)
Staring all the time
No one sleeps before the storm
Lots of tears cindered away all the pain
No one sleeps before the storm
Hide and wait (for) your spirit's slaughter

Painful ascents, one by one
Climb the affliction to crush you
Putrid gift of the deity
Senility and decay
Clearly, an inglorious end
Tearing spirit, now is gone, crying with no feeling
Nitwit, turned to earth dust
Feed on, wash you with it
Endless cry

Jubel is wonderful
Jubel is a way to the nowhere
Sorrow world with no natal light (no natal light)
I found a farewell
I follow the weeping soul
My favorite pleasure... to see
How feels the myself die

Countless wisdom in me
I'm a god with the hole in the chest
Life is short, cut it to rot
Rusted dreams are still waiting inside
Life is short to be drowned
In the lake of sorrow
Every ending is there
One day before the last redemption of the life
The goreful tears will feed the soil
Cut the wings and throw them, burn, leaving the real
Where are the pictures with the past
Raining one more time

No one sleeps before the storm
Lots of tears cindered away all the pain
No one sleeps before the storm
Hide and wait (for) your spirit's slaughter

Painful ascents, one by one
Climb the affliction to crush you
Putrid gift of the deity
Senility and decay
Clearly, an inglorious end
Tearing spirit, now is gone, crying with no feeling
Nitwit, turned to earth dust
Feed on, wash you with it
Endless cry