Лёд 9 - 11 Мед
текст песни

on the sheets of paper clean as a baby's conscience
when there was no sun and crescent in the sky
The letters in strange poses without shame were intertwined
and the one who saw it became sick forever
Eyes absorbed lust in the brain with a sponge
In the dark skull, the germ
to break off the lips on the teeth cutting the umbilical cord
slide into a warm auricle
outlandish pearl into bends of the hemispheres
Giving life to fantasies more dangerous than nightmares
and the one who thinks that he, like a promethee, carried the light to people
In fact, one -eyed as a polyfem and blind
The ancient bones of the dead sharpen bookworms
Builders of tombs write teachings for ink
Hardly souls have forgotten their father
Ritual bonfire for the sun

Do not forget the devil hides in printed paint
So before betraying
Check for the taste of what you read
Honey Sweet Death is the bites of wild bees

it is more dangerous than for Pompeii Lava Vesuvia
Fitter candle burning greedy fame of madness
A lost the traveler seeing the fire in the night
From joy saved to be enthusiastically screaming
we have been waiting for you so much we really need you
your name is for dinner as a dinner
And you are already in a hurry there with a soul wide open
for yourself a spoon stew cup
reality fades under the pouring fiction
the creatures of the incorporeal cross of snakes with a donkey breed
Copping a design of dashes and dots
Drive the gullible
here is eternal winter and banning the number three
Everyone comes with their own personal fire inside
A glass of madness of a shelf of despondency
And these manuscripts do not burn even in the fireplace

Do not forget the devil hides in printed paint
So before betraying
Check for the taste of what you read
Honey Sweet Death is the bites of wild bees