Текст песни Роршах - Обитель зла

The cool evil to myself of such an acutely feels a litter,
But the desired good for this unclean became a pall,
Chop on the frant dogs as a punishing sword
With a special division of thugs by shoulder,
After which even nothing is scared in hell:
The torn flesh hurts horror, blood flows the stream ...
There is a game of one goal with heads like a ball ...
Anyone who will rise on the path of retaliation, he is doomed !!!
Mountains of corpses of worried along his clock ...
Wolves are spent, the fallen and crows are moaning ...
Soil shudders from the march of the true God ...
And the troops are equipped with Russian people ...