Текст песни Орион - Палач Круть

The score of the years lost,
Who are you: Prince or Beggar?
Between evil and good
You are tired of being the third more.
You are alone in emptiness,
Where is your home? What is your name?
Only sword in a fist,
He is your bread, he is a shrine.

I saw hundreds of people,
That forever in the cry froze,
But the movement of the hands
Were so inexorab ...
Won heart! Mind away!
Could you become a beast with him?
But every night
You hear them, ask for forgiveness ...

Orthodoxy Crown
You will be the world.
Someone's life End -
You just start your way!
And plenty of contrary
Are you ruining them, words are not acceptable.
Only blood ahead -
Roles the river from the fees to the ground.

You end up like everyone else -
The same execution, only otherwise.
Indifferently spit:
Prisoner you, or executioner; and
She will turn out
As always - words are not acceptable.
And flies the head
From your shoulders directly to the ground.