Текст песни Канцлер Ги - От бессилья и от дури Не излечит даже мертвый нефелим.

Underdeveloped wings Nephilim
Not raise me in the air,
Though you burst , the life of me .
Flesh and stupid because relentless,
Only asks to give her a rest
From the gods and of men.
The mind runs on the brink
Crazed ferret ,
Subluxation of effort
Do not think of anyone today .

Knife sharpening ritual killers -
The poor fellow a single knife,
Just imagine - for two!
In the window staring grinning face :
Crave feathers and leather
On the wings of my miserable .
Kvaziangelsky freak ,
I lay on the altar ,
If I fall into the well,
Wine distilled water in September.

Do not understand and do not think out idiots -
My death will not bring them
Neither power nor strength ,
Not open them the gate of heaven ,
And hell , perhaps -
They would be in hell anyone is empty!
How weak and pathetic people -
Who would have told them only :
From impotence and from the dope
Not cure even the dead Nephele .