Текст песни Старый склеп - Коронация духа

I take from the subconscious
The most reliable and trusted friends,
Tearing his frantic cry
Rusty nails Bound chains!
I turn boldness and truth
In a word, carrying the fiery spirit.
In the hands of these words - sharp razor
They are going to cut your ears!

Come with me through the thicket of hell!
We vsporov rotten lie belly!
Our rebellion - Coronation of Spirit!

Holds soul again clogged,
Led conspiracy with God share,
With a glass sitting in an embrace my shadow,
And I only Russian obscenities being treated.
Sounds revelation music of rebellion,
Other people's minds it notes zatochat,
On the walls are crawling new lines
Again, my thoughts bleed.

Come with me through the thicket of hell!
We vsporov rotten lie belly!
Our rebellion - Coronation of Spirit!

Old freak named world
On the naked truth drooling let
And blind ugliness of purity,
When she drops her clothes.
Beating the drums of the regiment our songs,
Invisible doctor left the dugout,
We're going to take a march bastions
A new spiritual boarding!

Come with me through the thicket of hell!
We vsporov rotten lie belly!
Our rebellion - Coronation of Spirit!