Текст песни Константин Фролов - Оборотни

It so happened that people rebelled
Without fear of reprisals
And the god taken from the cross
The crowd trampled into the mud.
But the miracle did not happen -
God did not ascend up -
And from people who have done evil,
The saints have denied.

No hope left for mercy
Until the end of the released days
And descended to sinful land
A pack of werewolves, a pack of werewolves.

And hiding my face under a mask
Rather an animal face,
They are in the clothes of sages
They entered the sacred temple.
And letting evil spirits to the throne,
Naive and blind
I bowed to her
Obedient crowd.

The seed was sown in the soul,
Sweet poison leaked from the roots.
The bloody time began -
Werewolf time, werewolf time

Waking up for a short moment,
Someone exclaimed: "Lies!" -
But then he fell silent and immediately wilted,
Catching a knife under the ribs.
No one heard a faint moan
Through the screams, roar and howl
Over the solidity of the columns
The sign "Down with us!"

And in the crowd that was deafened by screaming,
Here and there, like in a shadow theater,
Beast faces appeared -
Werewolf children, werewolf children.

And smart sons
Have learned the law
What are claws and fangs in life
More important than any icons.
And the evil spirits, no longer hiding,
Spread her wings
And soon the earth was corpses
Was littered with.

From this vicious circle
Don't get out, moan - don't moan,
Learned to drink blood from each other
Werewolf people, werewolf people.

Will not renounce until the end
From the power of the old world,
While under the guise of a sage
A vampire is hiding.
Those werewolves decayed
The hour has struck them long ago
But how many their children roam
And grandchildren among us.

Apparently there is nothing sacred in us,
Like the sound of a bad string
Reborn over and over
Werewolf tribe, werewolf tribe