Текст песни Один Многолик - Порождение чёрной крови

My old world is terminally ill,
It's all dried out and bled white.
And I can not live, people believe -
I will kill - everything will be better.
Torn to shreds meat,
More than ever is now dangerous.
I was all over the net is caught,
I am a product of black blood.
In this world there is no more
God did not see the light.
Fraction bone servants of darkness,
Thonet peace in the arms of a plague.
I breathe in the stale air,
It is filled with the blood of the dead.
In the dark I can smell the eyes,
I hear talk of corpses.
I know there are afraid of me,
Monster does not seem easy to ...
They disease clouding the mind,
In their eyes, I'm very contagious.
I have only one way -
Smash and burn all this horror.
Where everywhere scurrying servants of darkness,
Stoke peace in the arms of a plague.
My old world is terminally ill,
He's dead crowded.
I am a fruit of imagination and pain,
I am a product of black blood ...