Текст песни Скрипучий - Интро

Music - Reanimator

My poems evil,
Word-blade.
Thoughts like element,
As long as sober.

Quiet psychos
Squeaky Micah.
Dashing times
On the streets and in their heads.

And the light beam is needed,
To keep warm,
While pouring the song.
As long as the heart beats.

Then there will be no
And after the deluge.
Living people.
Pierced his forehead.

Today, there are hundreds,
Tomorrow, thousands.
Images of heroes
At the heart of carved.

We are all doomed if
Not the sun comes up.
It is time to open the blades Affairs
The corpse of society.

And who will wake up,
Tell the rest:
High flame
Harbinger - smoke.

Big tribe -
Open spaces and distances.
All in good time,
In the name of Kali.

And if the soul
Find peace,
The best of the best
Stand into operation.

Some wag his hand
And lead into battle.
Only in this seed
I see salvation.

Kali Warriors
With his tongue hanging:
In the hands of stones,
In the eyes of the lights.
Wall stood
Fighting for truth.
Death's head
They are fighting.

Warriors of Odin
With spears and axes:
Hot Blood
Take the moon!
As long sleepers
All we have - gone,
For real
There is a war.