Ария и Кипелов - Власть Огня
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Bin of the brown wing
In the shackles of power that awakened the darkness
The crucified land lies
With a prayer look into the void
Earth groans and trembles
Around the confusion, pain gives rise to anger
You have no twenty yet
And to be in hell did not happen

Fire power is a crimson glue as a sign
The power of fire - the living and the dead will consider
Fire power - there is no bride here,
But there is your last blow
Everything else does not count

The fire is obedient to be tired
Tired of humble his proud disposition and spirit
He rebelled with a cruel beast
Despised the mercy of our hands

Take the end to the hole, wait for the end
Let the throats tear good and evil nearby
Speaks you the second I
Hiding the truth of the face

Fire power is a crimson glue as a sign
The power of fire - the living and the dead will consider
Fire power - there is no bride here,
But there is your last blow
Everything else does not count.

War without rules, without borders,
In one stream, hot blood and sweat,
Death laughs, playing BIS
Caprice, where fate instead of notes.

There is no mercy in her eyes
You look in them and do not look away,
Your animal fear burns,
Pissing and writhing on the coals.

Fire power is a crimson glue as a sign
The power of fire - the living and the dead will consider
Fire power - there is no bride here,
But there is your last blow
Everything else does not count.