Текст песни Бранимир - Брёвна

In the whirl of sins and passions
Melt the snow of his image
His hands are full of nails
Your eyes are full of logs

You cross your grub
Maruska stroked Shahn
And his mother pono
They beat jesters, fuck the rooks

You live in chocolate nara
You went to shaytan kunaki
Christ has no yard
A handful of millet, like a flower pantyhose

You won't turn your cheeks under the hook
And show the steel fangs
He's like a little face with a blissful face.
So will play giveaway

Chorus:
Okolpachen crowned, every walk
Have fun with the thorny “Iron Maiden” ahead

We are called from the dark multicolored crosses
Black, blue, blue - choose yourself any!

Without a trace and without evidence you will disappear into undead like a glare
Under the cross, or to the cross: the choice is generally not great !!!

Your years are running on grand when
Your skin blossoms with marshmallow
And he died already at 33
The most tender and light by Ella

Your face is a hotbed of wrinkles
Legions of Triunid Splinters
He is among non-brutal men
The most fragile holy albino

In the whirl of sins and passions
Melt the snow of his image
His hands are full of nails
Your eyes are full of logs

Twigs cut, crystals held together
You scream turns into a corpse
On the nasty ones - you spit like crucified
Your Christ is the bloodsucker, the lumberjack!

Chorus:
Look around Calvary Kodly vampire circle
Be patient mate all the logs in hellfire

We are called from the dark multicolored crosses
Black, blue, blue - choose yourself any!

No cops and no evidence will disappear into undead like a highlight
Under the cross, or to the cross: the choice is generally not great !!!