Текст песни Виконт - Сделаны из стали и огня

The blood effervesces,
You look upwards.
The sun will rise,
The spirit will not break life.
Power is getting cold
The cry that entered you,
We will not cool,
Made of steel and fire.

Pain is not powerful,
Pain is the key to the door.
Not intentionally
We revived the dreams.
Into the soul shot.
Stand up, changing yourself,
We are metalworkers,
Made of steel and fire.

No answer,
Souls in a black void.
The hour comes to change,
And there is no other way.
Steel and wind
Trust a new sign:
Not palms folded in prayer,
A fist raised.

Listen to the heavy,
For the right fight!
Without a doubt
Honor is not the concern of rats.
Powerful Sound
In dice metal dents.
We rush for the vysyu,
Made of steel and fire.

Live like a song,
Know about the freedom of the day.
Night, we are together
We wish to know the secrets.
The rule of thought,
Wind and thunder of love,
We are metalworkers,
Made of steel and fire.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago the gods came to our world,
Carrying immortality from the tops on the edge of the blades.
Brethren, the new days have an ancient power in us,
The spirit will be tempered in it in the heavens.

With pure blood ...
Get off drugs and rubbish!
Dirty lined
The way where you take the glass.
The image of thoughts
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We are metalworkers,
Made of steel and fire