Ephel Duath - Ironical Communion (Amber) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sweet irony hits my tangled troubles
And frees this blade
From the stranding line
Cynically slides
Through dusty gemstone
To offer a soft respite
To my ethereal plagues

Let me cover with silence
The figures around me
A velvety sigh
On the noisy stammering
Let me cover with silence
The figures around me

Grow to a physical
Essence
And heavily walk
On this living mosaic
Called pain
I can hear the breath
Of every dowel
My demons are waiting

Conceal this fool architecture
From my singing conviction
Blind my cyclopian, trifling dreads
And dethrone the useless days
From my infested eyes
Irony, my care