Lyrics Merknet - Саван Янтарных Стай

The warmth of those who have found shelter - burn it in the flame.
With a thirst for water walking - drown in the abyss ..
The sky of birds living - on the ground beat ..
Days will come like a hungry pestilence - throw grain into the fire of the fields ..
With the arrival of the bird of death, open the gates in the cities.
Over the mourning of death - dance and howl with laughter ..
Among the suffering blind - laughing blind yourself ..
In the sobbing of mothers - kill your child ..

Forgotten to perish - powder with foliage ..
Covered with leprosy pestilence - depriving the prayers of the saint ..
Leave the cradle under the door to everyone who buried their children.
Cauterize your tongue with speechless, all dying in the arms of their families ..

Spread the grass in the meadow, see the worms swirling.
Sow a handful of dead grains in the dry fields.
From the flock, straggling birds - tear your wings.
All the abodes of salvation - rat a pack of rats.
Light of stars and all sunrises - eclipse with fire ..
And hide at dawn, in the amber shroud of flaming flocks ...

The seedlings of the grains that have taken the cry of the hills in the garden began to clump.
Reap the ears of the oblique winds to confuse the paths of the old widows ..
Life has rotted under the shell - the grains are forgotten, falling from the branches ..
The earth took them and raised them, with the hills of graveyard fields ..

Mourn all the unrevenged with a black tear
Appear, killing hope, the head of the gray ..
Fly into the chambers of the temple with a flaming flock of birds.
And stand with your back to all whose hands your blood did not wash ..