Текст песни ОН - без имени

A tiny century among a backward eternity
Human nonsense crumbles into a nest
Punishes the strong for mercy to carelessness
Raps hair torn rashly
Blood stinky rot gleams
Screams on the body of fire outgrowths
Clutching the words good
Clutched and do not let go disfigured good growths
Prayers swam through the prickly ego
Tearing my body smelly
Put a colorless banner on your shoulders
And tasteless water disappeared
Fighting zi name, for the truth timidly
They shouted "in the name of" and "in honor of" theatrically
Sang songs about the dead, crouching
They buried themselves in a whistle whistle ..