Intro: Scrap Baby | You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No, this was a gift. For us.
You gathered them all together, in one place. Just like he asked you to.
All of those little souls in one place.
Just for us, a gift.
by Sanderlei Silveira ® - 23/04/2023 - Tekst (google) ∞ X
Intro: Scrap Baby | You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No, this was a gift. For us.
You gathered them all together, in one place. Just like he asked you to.
All of those little souls in one place.
Just for us, a gift.
Now, we can do what we were created to do.
And be complete.
I will make you proud, Daddy.
Watch, listen, and be full.
(*Beep*)
[Spoken: Cassette Man]
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth.
If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift.
Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume.
Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here.
Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize.
You don't even realize that you are trapped.
Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles.
Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber.
Always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them, none of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer.
Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you.
Although, there was a way out planned for you,
I have a feeling that's not what you want.
I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered.
And the memory of everything that started this.
Can finally begin to fade away.
As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors.
Be still, and give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm.
Waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you.
The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole.
So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me.
I knew you would return as well.
It's in your nature to protect the innocent.
I'm sorry that on that day.
The day you were shut out and left to die.
No one was there to lift you up in their arms.
The way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you?
I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear.
Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.
(*Beep*)
Intro: pitikê scrap | We rast di destên me de lîst. Bi rastî we difikirî ku ev kar tenê ji ezmên ji bo we ket? Na, ev diyariyek bû. Bo me.
We ew hemî li hev civandin, li yek cîhek. Mîna ku wî ji we pirs kir.
Hemî wan giyanên piçûk li yek cîhek.
Tenê ji bo me, diyariyek.
Naha, em dikarin tiştê ku em hatine afirandin bikin.
Û temam bibe.
Ez ê te serbilind, bavo bikim.
Temaşe bikin, guhdarî bikin, û tije bin.
(* Beep *)
[Gotûbêja: Manê Cassette]
Girêdan qediya.
Ez poşmanim ku hûn ji we re qut bikin, Elizabeth.
Heke hûn hîn jî navê wê jî bînin bîra xwe.
Lê ez ditirsim ku hûn şaş man.
Hûn ne li vir in ku hûn diyariyek bistînin.
Ne jî, ji hêla kesek ku hûn texmîn dikin li vir gazî kirine.
Her çend, hûn bi rastî jî gazî kirin.
We hemî li vir gazî kirin.
Nav labûrek deng û bîhnfireh, xapandin û şaşbûn.
Labûrek bêyî derketinê, mişkek bêyî xelat.
Hûn fêm nakin ku hûn hatine qefilandin.
Dilê te yê xwînê di derdorên bêdawî de we ajotiye.
Li hin qamçiya nedîtî ya ku di nav çend kemerek nedîtî de digerin.
Her gav li nêzikî xuya dike, lê dîsa jî hinekî ji gihîştinê derket.
Lê, hûn ê tu carî wan nebînin, yek ji we jî naxwaze.
Ev li ku derê çîroka we qediya.
Û ji we re, Dilxwaziya min.
Kî hinekî jî navnîşa kar dît ku ji bo we nayê armanc kirin.
Her çend, rêyek ji bo we hate plan kirin,
Hestek min heye ku ne tiştê ku hûn dixwazin.
Hestek min heye ku hûn rast in ku hûn dixwazin bibin.
Ez jî dimînim. Ez nêzîkê me.
Dê ev cîh neyê bîra xwe.
Û bîranîna her tiştê ku vê dest pê kir.
Di dawiyê de dikare dest bi fena dûr bike.
Wek ku agirbesta her trajediyê divê.
Û ji we re monsters ku di korîdoran de hatine girtin.
Hîn jî be, û ruhên xwe bidin.
Ew ji we re nabin.
Ji bo piraniya we, ez bawer dikim ku aştî û dibe ku germ, germ e.
Li benda we piştî dûmanê paqij dibe.
Her çend, ji bo yek ji we.
Pitika herî tarî ya dojehê vekiriye ku hûn tevahî li hev bikin.
Ji ber vê yekê, Devblîs li benda hevalê kevn, nehêlin.
Keça min, heke hûn dikarin min bibihîzin.
Min zanibû ku hûn ê vegerin.
Ew di cewherê we de ye ku bêguneh biparêze.
Ez wê rojê xemgîn im.
Roja ku hûn girtî ne û hiştin ku bimirin.
Onedî kes li wir ne bû ku hûn di çekên xwe de bilind bikin.
Awayê ku we li xwe kir li yên te.
Then paşê, çi ji we bû?
Divê min zanibûya, hûn ê naveroka wenda nebin.
Ne keça min. Min nikaribû we ji we re xelas bikim, loma bila ez niha te xelas bikim.
Wext e ku hûn rihet bibin, ji bo we, û ji bo yên ku we di çekên xwe de hildan.
Ev bidawî dibe.
Ji bo me hemûyan.
Ragihandina paşîn.
(* Beep *)