Текст песни Илья - Пророк

Behind my back
Thousands of roads
I'm going in a loop
Through the mountains to the East
Through the cities
And night dreams
I'm going there
Where the lights are on

Long underground
Someone's laugh is heard
Everybody wants everything
Taking sin on my soul
Share worlds
Along and across
Across dreams
Pull the trigger

On my lips
Just words
What give rise to fear
In your voices
I blast the mixture
Dying people
The day will go out here
And a shadow will come

Behind my back
Thousands of roads
I'm going in a loop
Through the mountains to the East
Through the cities
And night dreams
I'm going there
Where the lights are on
Tell about that
What the world has always waited for
The firmament collapses
And the earth will tremble
I blast the mixture
Dying people
The day will go out here
And a shadow will come