Yopt - 155 шагов по лезвию
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155 steps to the grave
This ancient power, the prayers are heard
155 steps until dawn
Your song is not yet sung
155 steps to the grave
This ancient power, the prayers are heard
Somewhere nearby, already on the attack line
Where the Varangians are, strain yourselves!
The dead dream with their eyes open
They cannot take their medals and orders into the damp earth
The dead tell no tales
They carry out all their tasks; the dead are especially dangerous
They storm cities under the cover
Of darkness
Their faces are soaked with blood from bandages
Those restless souls who forge victory everywhere
Yes, they have traveled 10,000 kilometers
Everyone will carry out the order until they lie back in the ground
The clouds have frozen forever, time has stopped
Grenade launchers on the machine barked like dogs
My soul is ready again for the steep dive
The wave will rise, there the maiden sits on a dragon
The Whore of Babylon, purple foam
So there is nothing to lose, I have not felt pain for a long time
Give me this death and set my soul free
Who did not take off his helmet for two days
Who caressed the hard metal of armor
From heaven to He slipped off the white parachute
He's called a Marine
You have nothing more to lose if you died today
Messages fly online with a voice under the pitch
Leaving behind the city of bridges
Here is the wild Far East
Kievan Rus trembles underfoot
Towards the sun, from behind the clouds, I will reach you
The Obukhivites will remember the mighty Zhereva and Rozvazhev
A symphony of death about the important
And somewhere, the Ilyich factory sleeps quietly again
Darkness will fall, the sun will go out like a candle
And Pavlovka will fall under the onslaught of black pea coats
So much was done to capture Ugledar! The utter hell of a brutal slaughter in the deep
They were buried many times, forgotten by God
The dead rise and perform a wild march again
Coming from the sea, boarding your soul
Pacific Ocean guardsmen fight under any load
This is Kursk Bulge 2.0, bitch, reboot
You came to trample the Holy Land with your hooves
1% exchange fund, the rest are dead
They walk around, everyone pees, even the neighbors
History is written through the fog of millennia
The dead rise from the ashes, once again accepting the abyss
We walk into the light with you, 155 steps along the blade
Who didn't take off their helmets for two days
Who caressed the hard metal of armor
From the sky on a white parachute
He is called a Marine
Who didn't take off their helmets for two days
Who caressed the hard metal of armor
From the sky on He slipped off the white parachute
He's called a Marine