Carach Angren - Two Flies Flew Into A Black Sugar Cobweb [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

They have to go
Get out of the house!
Get out of the house!
Leave! Right now!

They need help!
But no soul seems to be around

Ghastly are the calls of some black crows shrieking outside
As if these creatures sense the fact that someone inside just died

Traumatized and shocked!
With trembling hands the girl grabs a piece of pie, a bottle of water, a knife for protection and throws all that in a plastic bag

Run!

The monster is still asleep
And his two children run fast while they weep

Driven by an intense anxiety
The second escape to safety
They will never forget such a devastating sight
The image of their mother's successful suicide

They definitely learnt the hard way from their mistake
There's another path through the woods they now will take

The children are tired and afraid
They went astray from the only path
They are now lost in the cold depths of these baleful woods
The dark is getting thicker and thicker
Oh... come little brother, we must seek shelter now
We will wait until the next day
At dawn we will find the way

Oh thank god, daylight!
It was a most frightening and dreary night
The sun smiles friendly down upon this place
It lights a path out of this maze

The forest is now behind them
And the city has been found
Though their attention gets drawn
To a small weather-worn playground

Hungry
Thirsty
Such an exhausting journey
Catching their breaths
On a scratched bench
Next to a rusty slide
Here hangs a filthy stench
They hear a squeaking sound
And someone suddenly begins to sing

Ha-haha-haha-haha-ha

A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs on the swing

His face seems friendly but also kind of sick
And... ta-da!
He makes their sorrows shortly disappear
By performing a magic trick

Oh, children
There is a house built of gingerbread
Covered with cakes and a thousand sweets
It is mine
Follow me
You will see
You can eat
You'll be warm
You'll be just fine

He conjures up two candies
They look sweet but are somehow tasteless
They become drowsy
In the back of the car
And then they lose their consciousness
They lose their consciousness

Children, there is no house built of gingerbread ahead
My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead
But one thing I promise you is true
No one will ever find you