Horus - Красный урожай
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August stupidly scored water in his mouth like a pelican
On sloping skulls
Words-skeletons roll
That the global skew of good and evil fell to you
The pericardium was ignited by anger furious in the chest
And the crowds will trample on Versailles
Spraying red condensate
By all addresses known
Now rules Monsieur Tesac
Achieved a lot
Only the fact of one you missed
That all the troubles are not enough for any basstilies
The process was in a circle again
The sense of libraries
Mob, finally, strictly for progress
Like a doctor Guillothene
Demons here, hell is empty
Lucifer licked licked
Poor armies at the head
A fierce Robespierre walks
"Fish from the head rotten"
Whisper jacks on the taverns
Sharpen behind the back of the pitch
Those who were a kind of faithful
Cardinal weaves intrigues
On his mind is a bishop
Be a special close
Risk risks sharply increase
Hey! If it exploded, then I squeezed
World Fire, Parisian customs
It is necessary to survive, no one is a pity
Death under the Black Sky will collect a red crop
Red, red, red
Red, red, red crop
Red, red, red
Red, red, red crop
Hey! Blue blood flows along the blade of a knife
Death under the Black Sky will collect a red crop
Than squeezed the spring longer
The denouement will be brighter
The maratic in the bathroom shallows
A dagger is ready for him
Jandaremia froze
Silently scratches his forehead with a hoof
Is it worth it to go to the bottom
At the same time, a sinking trough
After all, the hand holding the plow
Everything around will turn into ash
No resolutions there
From chopped heads salute
Above the Mount of the Dead Salute
Above the burning palace is a salute
These crowds will come to you
And your servants will merge you
Lack of pennies
Evil Havroshi were excited
Such stories do not have
After all, the ends are good
The barricades ran around
Sanquylots took possession of
The Huguenots GOGN
The hegemones were cold
Hey! If it exploded, then I squeezed
World Fire, Parisian customs
It is necessary to survive, no one is a pity
Death under the Black Sky will collect a red crop
Red, red, red
Red, red, red crop
Red, red, red
Red, red, red crop
Hey! Blue blood flows along the blade of a knife
Death under the Black Sky will collect a red crop