Заблудшие Души - Смерть
текст песни

Death, all of her will be guarded with fear,
Whoever said, everyone is afraid of her.
Everyone dreams of living, but we are not eternal
Unfortunately, the death is not impeccable.

All walls are impregnated with the grave smell,
I live in the world filled with hyenas,
Blindly walk on a thin rope burning,
It is ridiculous to packet bodies in a box,
The abyss in the caves of the dark, among these corpses
Body, viscous floor,
My dreams will not come true, they are so fugitive,
The light does not make his way into the basements, we are fussing
The perfumes are also hiding in the walls that they scare.
Believe me, many fell on the way to the gates of Paradise,
You see this fire, it destroys all of us,
Who was at a height disappeared from the human masses.
The graves are still holding the bodies of those crazy,
That during their lifetime they were naive and blind,
Smell of crypt, the atmosphere of the dark morgue,
And rejoice that you look at your face!

You listen to Chanson Trofim, you are atrophied!
Pouring brains in the larynx, REST and Peace, Whats App!
With the number you lie in the morgue - you are in the numbering,
You don’t need to eat anything, yours died a diet,
From the sorrow, the girl swam makeup, mascara,
Pussy upstairs, in this cute paradise they are waiting for you there,
Milashka, just die, fuck you this hard labor?
I hate your limbs - I'm walking in the footsteps.
I just pull the skyt watching how the cells die,
With a queen you became a lady, somewhere there is crying!
We will sharply remove you as if varicocele,
In life it was bad, there are no variks whole
We beat your gyrus, scored on the forum photo,
The grief is complete, they want to introduce you in the coffin under the gender.
Piles of suffering, tears to the top are clogged with a capacity,
As it is not regrettable - you have not even grown up!

Death, all of her will be guarded with fear,
Whoever said, everyone is afraid of her.
Everyone dreams of living, but we are not eternal
Unfortunately, the death is not impeccable.

These graves are so gloomy and mysterious,
That they brought those who did not value the lives of beautiful,
Preferring death, whose appearance scares us,
Burning crosses, cursing those human flocks,
You were afraid, you are watching and trembling,
With the appearance of that silhouette in the hood,
With one movement, the shower becomes a puppet,
Your body will be eternal eyelids in a cage!
The desecrated graves do not allow the souls to fall asleep,
And you have to look for your soul for a very long time,
You hear these knocks, death came in without demand
And in order to pick you up, will not ask questions,
The acute tip is poisoned with a fatal poison,
The light will show you at the end of that tunnel
The world of frantic dogs, the planet without extreme,
But remember for sins it is unlikely that you will see the walls of paradise,
Blood and tears, lack of pity,
Gloomy death preferred all these qualities,
Your death will be painful every second,
When a meeting with Satan is ahead
I hated the world! And why love him, tell me?
When most of you preferred to spread rot.
And accepting the faith of the devil, leaving his body
You become a soul living in crypts.
And death is still looking for naive sacrifices,
He lures his paws with his paws, presses on his nerves.
Bitch! One word! But there is no sense in running
To deceive fate, that cursed is not given,
Tears of relatives will leave traces in memory,
Silent body leaves the world of flocks of rams
Wounds on the body, and the lack of pulse
There was death here and the soul is now missed ...

Death, all of her will be guarded with fear,
Whoever said, everyone is afraid of her.
Everyone dreams of living, but we are not eternal
Unfortunately, the death is not impeccable.