Текст песни Гарри Топор - Зеленый морг

[Harry Axe]:
If the forest is your home, and do not frighten you even with a chopper or a connecting rod;
And elk in rut, packs of evil wolves - and what's there, in old age, the huntsman does not have vodka and a cot.
From the tree or fly Owl or Jay
He has something that will lead,
Blood flies out like wasps and bees hail: my God.

You forgot, there are many kilometers, the most perilous - swamp and marsh,
After all, in a quiet thicket, someone is bursting at night always with champing.
Month - the heavenly searchlight; Can hundreds light up the trails.
Something has torn a person like that; there is nothing more to put in the coffin.

The crunch of branches and myriads of eyes, around somewhere, a growl on the right and left -
Can promise him only an external accelerated course in the sky.
Someone's fangs ripped out the larynx, as if a throat were being pierced with a nail.
The huntsman lay in parts, and the beasts watched the fire burn out.

Blood on coals - casseroles, it is over. Ears, tongue and eyes - as a delicacy.
Death lives in distant swamps. Egeru since childhood said his father.
The path of the trail will close in itself, but you will still make the way.
You will have stone cages and concrete boxes on your way.

[Stevie Insane]:
Stop & # 33; You started the night, but there are no people here,
So everything is inhuman & # 33; Even God is far away.
This forest - a polygon will give you rest Eternal sleep & # 33;
Thoughts are vain, many years later,
To die an old man, because to see the happiness of fangs
In the form of death with a scythe, answer me, are you ready?

My God & # 33; I hope you hear them. Just let them go quieter.
My God ... Who was not worth the rest, they are alone here, like trees die standing.
My God & # 33; I hope you hear them. Just let them go quieter.
My God ... Who was not worth the rest. They are alone here, as trees die standing.

[Nigata]:
I lived among them once. A sign in that village every.
I am amusing myself, I thought of myself as a genius - haha, how about & # 33;
In the end - it was smeared with soot. In the end - it became a page below,
On a horse without a carriage, at the mercy of the forest was given to landscapes.

After all, anger was boiling, anger increased day by day.
It was as if I were in a white cloud, and that cloud ate me.
Exile cannot forgive. Bitterness of insults like petty aphid
The blood freezes in the veins. Reason squeezed anger loop.

I remember that first night. I remember myself at full moon.
This obsessive itching went through the body like a wave.
He was always on his mind, but his whole body seemed to be a stranger;
And howling instead of scream broke from his mouth,
And in the eyes it became ashen-white.

I find them one by one. Mercilessly clawed ditch.
Once I have tried the flesh, I will tear and smack them again and again.
And only in the morning, gaining consciousness I will return to my log cabin,
Only so that at night, having pulled out the claws, to take up the old labor.

[Stevie Insane]:
Stop & # 33; You started the night, but there are no people here,
So everything is inhuman & # 33; Even God is far away.
This forest - a polygon will give you rest Eternal sleep & # 33;
Thoughts are vain, many years later,
To die an old man, because to see the happiness of fangs
In the form of death with a scythe, answer, are you ready?

My God & # 33; I hope you hear them. Just let them go quieter.
My God ... Who was not worth the rest, they are alone here, like trees die standing.
My God & # 33; I hope you hear them. Just let them go quieter.
My God ... Who was not worth the rest. They are alone here, as trees die standing.