Текст песни Симфония Ужаса - 03 - Марш проклятых

Symphony of Horror - March of the Damned

There, in the remote part of the tip
Solemnly draws Funeral feast
Barked a bird and that of fire
And there appeared a flaming ghost.

He sang and made faces, changing features,
A nasty old matchmaker
Under the laughter and groans of the blind emptiness
He opened the gates of hell.

Under the evil and sneering, pompous carcasses
The agony of a strange dance
Column tormented souls Catcher
Fill in the thick of - space.

And the time - a bony gray Pawnbroker
With insane epileptic glance
Decaying Skull pulled on the wig,
Commands hellish parade.

Above the roofs of the ancient cracked slabs
I shed bloody bowl
And the tribe cursed whore Lilith
Chagall was the singing of the march.