Текст песни Тургор - Молитва Изумруду

The green, viscous, like a resin, enveloping the cover, an impenetrable shield, emerald, equal to the bowls of all sorts of weights - Fill warrior with its hard power! I am punishing the hammer of the raised - listen. The idea of the dismissed, who daring to oppose - confused. A recalcitrant soul it is a rebellious, distraught - destroy