Tell me, to whom do you believe in the space of Mordor?
Life disappears loss, fuck on your experience, here they put up experiments
And the new king-monger of heads will chop many times more
What could you imagine
We wounded the vile time, in the eyes of a friend saw a voyage
A ton of good grinding in us, smoking, smoking, piercing conscience
Here reality is worse than dreams, we are accustomed to the cargo of the shackles
We use the system like Zog Russia at the junction of centuries
Our souls are cold stones, we saw the Gorgon curls
Endless quarrels, like everyday life, themselves prosecutors and judges
We look like frantic dogs, our songs - Molotov cocktail
In the mud of unpeeled words, we find diamonds, they extinguish enemies with them
Neither love nor longing nor pity, you will fuck or do it weak here
We need the right weight, war or peace, preferably all
Yes, we are fucked up on the whole head, adapted to hell and Varev
We are like lonely ravens here - God left for God and
And life flies, its arrow is poisoned
My brothers are darling dark things
There are only feathers and resin in the scales of Femis
And the mirrors are closed with a black tablecloth forever
And life flies, its arrow is poisoned
My brothers are darling dark things
There are only feathers and resin in the scales of Femis
And the mirrors are closed with a black tablecloth forever
Everything as usual
Everything as usual
There is no more good in us, we see life without embellishment
It is not our topic to change the color - Dark Side, No Tolerance
Here everything is not stopped as you see - there is no one who is holy
They did not choose the way, but the path chose us with "lions for lambs"
Nobody is to blame when not a scream, but a murmur when not a cop, but a robot
And there is no Brod here through the darkness here
We lose everything without a trace and pull the world along with it all
And demons bypass us, like a dense forest
Here and without them - horns, road to nowhere
Drama and trauma to wait, do not look in the mirrors
They are hung, because the word "bury"
We used more often than - "live" or "love"
And life flies, its arrow is poisoned
My brothers are darling dark things
There are only feathers and resin in the scales of Femis
And the mirrors are closed with a black tablecloth forever
And life flies, its arrow is poisoned
My brothers are darling dark things
There are only feathers and resin in the scales of Femis
And the mirrors are closed with a black tablecloth forever
Everything as usual
Everything as usual
