Текст песни MortemPaller - Третий мор

Little child, difficult childhood
Dad alcoholic, mother shmalyaet on porches
Call a slacker, striking
Nothing you will not achieve, they say backward

And I'm already tired, even though I lived so little
Everybody speaks my mouth, forgive me father and mother
I hate you, even though this is harder for me
I do not get affection, and my feelings are getting poorer

And dead brother, lying in the crib
Mom swaddles him with tenderness with a sneak
And he loved her so much, even long ago in the afterlife
I am swallowed up by envy, I am murdered-soulful

My road to hell, it's a damn escalator
She leads me there, because only there is truth
Walking along the blade of the knife, sharpening it more and more
I killed my parents, having done away with heartache

I tell my plans to fucking children
they cry in a pillow, I break their doors
I cut mothers and their fathers
I do orphans, because I myself am an orphan

And soon there will be a holiday, everyone will get together
Parents and children feel my revenge
This is not the first kill on my account.
(3 pestilence, I will spare no one)