Текст песни Прах Империй - Отряд мортусов

Price
For dirty work -
freedom
Instead of a scaffold.

Killers, thieves, marauders,
Sons of Sodom and Gomorra,
We avoid sentence
And making a prayer rite
Going Mortus a detachment.

Morty we!

Cries of pain
Horror, grief,
Battlefield,
Sea of ​​blood.

We borony we soldiers,
Their bodies are already sisha
Cherry worms.
We will return our squad
In the city, which is crowed,
Mortens collect hooks.
Hitons will protect us
Rats of dead eating
Sharp teeth.
And decking our outfit
Will tease the skin
Pain does not convey words.

What do we have your god?!
He is so cruel
Death is our mother
We are rhodes.

Mortusov detachment.

We will perish
City from the deceased cleansing
We will perish
Freedom in the age gain.

Murderers, thieves, marauders,
Sugurizians of Sodom and Homorra
We avoided the sentence
And will not save the prayer rite,
Ringing Mortuus detachment.

Freedom -
Smerass
Torment
Instead of a scaffold.