Текст песни Nitberg - Слейпниру под копыта

Fun, faded blood
On the grass, on the grass,
Alo Rosoya
On bodies on armor

Spicy
In the fields, on the ground
Raven - Glazyev Thief
On bodies, on earth

Harvest branches
Blood fangs began to drink
A hundred sons -
Mother their blood crying

One hundred century,
One hundred sons
The seater again
They are ready to conceive

Peer disputes harvest ting bodies
For wine Klykov
Began to harm not sleep
Do not save the sons
Crying mothers
Do not save fathers
If the memory is in Khlev
When thoughts in sleep
From Duhawtra away
On the goal, on the go
From the goat bile in the moan
At the goal, on the goal, on the go

Midnight sky
He took away full
Miriad Star
Date drink dotla

And the moon is medium
Silver is burning
Having been doing the way
Leaving in the bottom

Where the diapers them
Fixed Mother
And Father Ladon
Bila child smooth

LIFEPRINSIP
Where was love
What shines a star
As Jesus Christ

Goes mother
As if all in affairs
Grepes blind
In pity tears ...