Lyrics Krite - Атака мертвецов

west wind death
one after another choking wave
the last dawn lit up Osovets
hopeless to hope in heaven

hell fog absorbs the whole fort
black grass, rare pulse, quiet moan
a bloody tear flooded the horizon
convulsions, death rule funeral ball

merciless thirst
still poison sip
glaze eyes
from the throat of blood flow

kneeling soldiers
pieces of lungs hacking
inhales acrid mist
and curses war

the enemy is coming, there is nobody to wait for him
at seven thousand is a solid build
on their way hundreds of corpses lie
in wronk, trenches, in earth dust

moving the enemy through the green fog
but what is still hidden is not given to know
marching towards the company of dead soldiers
pristine power, no strength to die

four sharp edges
anger, will, rage and honor
will not give up their positions
where they are

into the flesh sticking bayonets
last call of duty
spitting death in the face
attack of the living dead

wheeze commander of the system calls for him
get up! join all the bayonets! and full speed ahead
there is no god here, by the hand of all the devil leads
and spit that then their souls will take

running cold in the veins of the recently soldier
salvation alone - turn around to run
tramples himself, terrified by the enemy
and the blades of the thread do not give retreat

squall of artillery resurrected for a moment
the rain of fire rips the bodies
the wind of the splinters will kill the living cry
the battlefield covered the deadly darkness

dead companies stand in rows
in the brilliance of steel bayonets before him
they have neither life nor death chains
and strides forward the attack of the living dead
attack of the living dead
attack of the living dead