Accent - The Grey Kingdom III [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The clear square tears his ears as if a pair of shears /
Impaired what would ferry and carry fairy airlings through our hero’s sphere /
A glare is theirs but very scared one rears un-sparing spears /
That nearly sear whose daring is more fearless than the fiercest bear’s /
So there he steers, comparing gears and blaring bearer’s flares /
With sheer despair’s a tear appears parrying where i’d pierce his wear /
Prepared he wears on where a weary swear he hears is shared /
His sneering beard is smeared ensnaring hairs with fairer feral care/

“Beware his barrel” (gun shot) In the scuffle he pulls his knuckle /
The bullet bust(s) through the muscle and removes a chunk or two from him /
His fluids’ sputtered pool’s puddle oozes to under his shoes rubber /
His drool’s bloody “it's too sudden” loses color and droops becoming it /
Soon there’s nothing…………………… but a tooth in front’f’im /
Two pull and one of them scoops to covet what’s loose from gums and is /
As useful as thumb prints, movement’s tough with each grueling function /
Slowly up he stumbles woozily as if drunken to how the cruel the sun is /

“Ooh it burns”. Blindness, behind his eyelids on his iris /
Are his horrors hours out of darkness when tomorrow’s sparkling /
Orange aura’s ardor starts to warm the water’s arm discharges /
His cartridge had carved chests and cartilage in their karma’s carnage /
He barfs a large mess caused by the stink of rotting carcass /
Mixed with the stench of the garbage cartons that’s thickened by the fire’s harshness /
He squints and marches limping farther startled still by our star’s glint /
Then trips and falls stiffened, garments dripping onto where car’s skid /

Black… then there, a man in an ambulance /
On a chair at a slant and barely catching any panting breaths /
For air to get to him random paramedics put their hands on him /
And spare him from a phantom’s stare of deadness, in a transient blend /
Of awareness with the trance-like ‘mare his head’s in while they’re transplanting /
His carriage to a managed caree’s section of the damage den /
A caramel tinued damsel’s sterile utensils connect his branded skin /
Never a twinge. “The name’s Clara.” says her with a handsome grin /

And for a moment light becomes of her glowless grayish blur /
But changes for worse from snowy brightness unto the stone-esque shade it was first /
His face then turns to what’s broken knives cut both that painfully heard /
It frames a certain someone pointing higher so they may converse /
Away that person jumps and boldly flies up towards the place she works /
He exclaims: “Where’s my stuff, my clothes”. She signs him to where most hang their shirts /
Naked, the nurse uncomfortably closes eyes, he goes to exchange the skirt /
And is erased when hers come to open widely. “Oh but wait you’re hurt!” /

…After he departs, when our planet’s axis arcs /
What lasts of our vanishing star is tannish orange for latter parts /
Of astral art. His half is parked where he’d asked he embark /
And the flapping scarves of their masking tarps dance and lark /
As he answers: “Hark! Your path is smart but rather hard /
And these drastic sparring matches are what have you marked with battle scars /
Yet your practice mars the savage hearts of who attack and harm /
So when a badge is sparse you’ll grant them war, you’re the “Shadowguard””. /

(shadowguard, shadowguard) Is If but a dream? /
‘cause that newer pal just flew through clouds, though in this city he’s seen /
Some unusual nouns with inhuman prowess that exist in his streets /
Congruous gowns but super powers are the difference between /
“What to do now?” Have you run out of any pills for you to eat?” /
“It’s true I’ve counted few” his mouth says “You should visit Aziz” /
In a swooping bound he shoots down about as swift as what’s breathed /
SHOOM’s the sound, If removes his cowl and is what he sees… /

(He is what he sees…) and If is waiting where he seeks doses /
The shade of his beaten sheet cloak and the paste of Aziz’s bleached coat /
Are adjacent so when they bleed slow are grey where they meet and be both /
His daze is extreme when he goes to state that: “I really need those” /
“Great, please give me a moment”. He skates his seat to what’s feet close /
A safe with a secret breach code and a label that reads placebo /
He takes it and peals its sleeve off relaying the sweets in a weak toss /
“Thanks Aziz”. When he leaves though in his way is his eager ego /

“Why keep and hide teeth?” cries he to a lie seen. /
“It might seem he’ll try and sweep the crime scene of his ID /
But you’ll die fleeing to the side street of the five deceased, his type reaps
The finds greed provides each’s lives when demon slime heeds.” /
“I’ll succeed” in kind he redefines their team’s design, retreats /
And climbs to leap, his mind-reading guide foresees decline “such needless /
Pride”. Aziz beside agrees “The guy has freaked.” Behind creeps /
Demise for keen are eyes to beings blind from fleeting pipe dreams /

So their route’s to his view spot that’s across the street from Shelly’s place /
From whereabout the suited cop he’d saw with speed had quickly raced /
To the warehouse where the tooth dropped and he lost to the beast who then escaped /
He’s there now on that rooftop but his thought streams who already waits /
“Beware child, for if you’re shot and fall via a deadly fate /
I’ll fare foul and too trot in the hall deemed for men who are slain /
If you care about her, choose not, you ought to, please, but if you stay /
No prayers from mouths will boost you op, ‘cause crossing me is a big mistake” /

Minus the apprehension of grasp on If’s information /
Of why he’d have to prevent the exaction of vengeance chasing /
He tries to grab him but then he’s too fast so he can evade him /
His tiresome thrashing’s spent on the jabs that he gently sways from /
His mind reacts with indelibly masterful hitting placement /
“Lies.” He bashes his head in establishing skin abrasions /
Finally collapsing mentally frazzled and enervated /
Subsiding If slackens, and unabashed by decisions made then /

He veers, unusually nimble and cuts the sky where blowing winds are formed /
This seer’s two feet lift him up and rise afloat a pending storm /
The blear of blooming drizzle touches eyes and soaks them when it pours /
Which merely mutes the quip If summons snidely his whole intent is scorn /
His dear exuberant singer hums the lively notes of several scores /
Theory proves much simpler once inspired, no one gets it more /
Years removed since her what was white as gold is dimming for /
He peers into her window uttering “I don’t know you anymore.” /