Константин Фролов - Оборотни
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It so happened that people rebelled
Reprisals without fear
And a god removed from the cross,
The crowd trampled into the mud.
But the miracle did not happen -
God did not ascertained -
And from people who have done evil,
The saints renounced.

There was no hope for mercy
Before the rest of the days released
And went down to the sinful land
A flock of werewolves, a flock of werewolves.

And hiding under the mask face,
The best animal face,
They are in the clothes of sages
They entered the sacred temple.
And by passing evil spirits on the throne,
Naive and blind,
She gave her the earth
An obedient crowd.

It was sown in the souls,
Sweet poison flowed from the roots.
The bloody time began -
The time of werewolves, the time of werewolves.

Waking up for a short moment,
Someone exclaimed: "Lies!" -
But then he was silent and immediately wilted,
Catching a knife under the ribs.
No one heard a weak moan
Through screams, roar and howl,
Over the monolithic columns
The transporant sailed "Down!"

And in the crowd of that shared with a scream,
Here and there, as if in the theater of shadows,
Animal faces arose -
The children of the werewolves, children werewolves.

And quick sons
Learned the law,
What is claws and fangs in life
More important than any icons.
And evil spirits, no longer hiding,
Brokes the wing
And soon the grounds of the earth
It was dotted.

From this vicious circle
Not to go out, do not moan
Learned to drink blood from each other
Overflow people, werewolf people.

Will not renounce to the end
From power the old world,
While under the mask of a sage
The vampire is hidden.
The werewolves have expired
For a long time they have been pierced by an hour
But how much their children roam
And grandchildren among us.

There is nothing in us a saint,
Like the sound from a worthless string,
Reins again and again
Tribes of the werewolves, the Werewolf tribe.