тэм - Сталь отточенной грани
текст песни

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The face of the honed steel heart will go through
A harsh in a harsh whisper predicts a bowstring
The sky will take the name of my name in the abyss
So that the rumor does not have time to melt it on parts

On stubble, on string,
touching the wall
At random, avoiding fragments
A hundred years in the war,
In a ruthless fire,
panting under the burden of debt

Give the road to the dead god
I am going back home...

There is simply no truth in the disorder of the prophecies
Now the heretic who believed in the truth of the path
Freshly Crowned Sun is bravely hung with the light
Wings are excessive whims, which is difficult to forgive

This is a dream, only a dream
In a greedy cry, the raven -
Insatiable thirst for reprisal
Who managed, who comprehended
Revelations of a moment,
He undoubtedly worthy of poison

Let the killer get enough a murderer
Bitterness of sincere tears ...

A flock of brave jackals is sensing a bloody trail
The Order of the Knights of Joy pays for everything wine
The coals of loyal songs are obediently spinning in the ash
Closing the abandoned house with the last curse

Through darkness, through dirt
Do not scream, do not fall
Through the gossip of palaces and taverns
Saving a vow
Through the winter dawn
We are leaving this world

Give the road a handful of miserable
Not changing themselves ...