Текст песни Dust Factory - Dolores

Dolores.

Instead of people, a draft wanders here,
A passerby stranger walks around the house.
Following the wind, looking for peace
An empty mansion with an unhappy soul.

Happiness somehow breathed a hearth here
A mansion lives pain and grief.
Only in the middle of the wind and silence,
The girl’s singing is heard in the distance.

Death with a pen pierced the sheet,
Thorns in my life is weated,
I so wanted to be alive
But my world is now different.

I was in a hurry to their ball
The essay in the book was quietly waiting for
Pain in the back of the head, wave of the pen,
And now darkness is everywhere.

Lies on the floor, a girl in a dress,
Wheezing with blood, with brown breath
Life fades a sinless soul,
The girl sleeps silently in silence.


For centuries have been looking for two souls peace.
The native mansion became his prison.
Beloved daughter and governess,
Inscribed in the book of Foliant.

Souls can be at the ball,
Death releases once a year.
They will be able to call for a holiday of the living,
Allow for a walk among the blind spirits.

In the world of dead, life does not bloom,
Dolores calls to his little limb.
Honeysuckle will bloom in a crypt,
The smell of this for the holiday News.

Death with a pen pierced the sheet,
Thorns in my life is weated,
I so wanted to be alive
But my world is now different.

I was in a hurry to their ball
The essay in the book was quietly waiting for
Pain in the back of the head, wave of the pen,
And now darkness is everywhere.