Pyrokinesis - Легенда о Богине Мечей
текст песни

Ahead of the terra is incognito, behind the empire,
Roads are not trodden
And all that was in front of them
Finding, the emperor army moved further to the north.
Their greatness of greatness lead, shadows pull the paws
The desert on the way in the middle of the temple.
I don't want to go around and leg in the leg
through the altar that blocks the road
In the distance, the forest at sunset is even licked,
But suddenly in front of them I got out of nowhere
The goddess and all the legions alone cut out.
From what he saw, the tower immediately took out ...
You have to run, but something is reverently knocking
Unusual for him, and returning in the night
To that massacre
And looking around again
The desert littered with corpses realized that this is love.
In her bloody pirouette
Emperor Psychopath
I got into a schoolboy, but does not understand how now
at least a few words
To admit her love in the language of blades

Here is such acrobatics, pathetics of guilt
poetics grammar, phonetics of war
This is linguistics of swords,
She does not know the languages of others
Rattles of blades rhyme rhyme verse

good without face, evil without guilt
Praxis Klinkov, War Logos
Salling steel, in it,
Eternal massacre for eternal love
From these violent red eyes
His heart blooms like a potato
Kroshuka pours, in the goddess of swords
Love and war will fall apart at once

Scream breaks off fangs
She is a primary god
virtue
and who survived the knead
With the goddess of swords
Heroes were considered in the era of the ancient kingdoms

But those days have gone ...
Cultural layer increasing fat
Hides the towers of tall floors.
Humanity traces ended on the mainland.
there is no civilization here and wars are not seen anywhere
And therefore, without going into the light
She slept on her temple for sixteen thousand years
But they will now fall
Silent blades they are awakened by soldiers of the empire

The problem is real:
How to see it more often?
one ingenious idea came to him
His love was truly strong, he
I realized that they need an eternal war together

And started an adventure to meet her
He unleashed the war simultaneously with all
peoples,
and thousands of soldiers every year
Without speeches
Silently to slaughter the goddess of swords

Sends to die to watch it himself, and
from her figures in a bloody pirouette
He reaches for the guide
Without fools
Now says the whole world in the language of blades

good without face, evil without guilt
Praxis Klinkov, War Logos
Salling steel, in it,
Eternal massacre for eternal love
From these violent red eyes
His heart blooms like a potato
Kroshuka pours, in the goddess of swords
Love and war will fall apart at once

The gram and background of blades merge
Drama flares up under the stink of coats
and sewn in one
Opus by people
War Logos
And the lotus of love