Standing so close to the edge pumping more until they burst
The only thing not being done is getting these bridges burned
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
With your gums oiled and greased and your biggest smile in place
Your role is that one of a priest to convert them all with haste
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
Another lie to calm things down
Storming – the winds of hate
Hating – all that you create
"Штормовой Щит"
Стоя так близко от края,
Нагнетаем все больше, пока они не рванут.
Единственная вещь, которую не сделали
Не сожгли эти мосты.
Все еще сеем семена ненависти,
Отлично всходящие в слабых.
А пока готовимся к террору,
Который начнется вот, вот.
С твоей лживой хмельной болтовней
И величайшей улыбкой на свете,
Твоя роль – роль проповедника,
Чтобы спешно переубедить их.
Все еще сеем семена ненависти,
Отлично всходящие в слабых.
А пока готовимся к террору,
Который начнется вот, вот.
Новая ложь, чтобы все успокоить.
Штормит – ветры ненависти.
Ненавидеть – все, что ты создал.
Standing So Close to the Edge Pumping More Until They Burst
The only Thing Not Being Done Is Getting Thuridges Burned
Still Sowing Seeds of Hate Growing Nicaly in the Weak
While Preparing for the Terror that is yet to be unleashed
With your gums Oilad and Greased and Your Biggest Smile in Place
Your role is that of a priest to convert them all with haste
Still Sowing Seeds of Hate Growing Nicaly in the Weak
While Preparing for the Terror that is yet to be unleashed
Another Lie to Calm Things Down
Storming - The Winds of Hate
Hating - All that You Create
"Storm shield"
Standing so close to the edge
We are pumped more and more until they rush.
The only thing that was not done
They did not burn these bridges.
Still sowing the seeds of hatred
Perfectly entering the weak.
In the meantime, we are preparing for terror,
Which will begin, here.
With your false hoppy chatter
And the greatest smile in the world
Your role is the role of the preacher,
To hastily convince them.
Still sowing the seeds of hatred
Perfectly entering the weak.
In the meantime, we are preparing for terror,
Which will begin, here.
A new lie to reassure everything.
Stormite - winds of hatred.
To hate is everything you created.