Текст песни Фронт - Лесной убийца

Roared birch for kids
The forest smelled of death,
Bones - roots, and the skin - bark,
Think ax his head!

The veins of the earth are cut with a razor,
Twigs crunch, wailing prayer
The body is covered with bloody dew,
Think ax his head!

Living the law of bad people,
Singing songs of bad people,
The blunt instrument of the dirty war,
You're not talking about anything except except trouble.

Shavings, sawdust, crushed bones,
Greedy staff sweating with rage,
Somebody has to do the coffins,
All you're doing is great!

Living the law of bad people,
Singing songs of bad people ...

Stacks of logs stacked corpses
Soon worms plunged screws,
Blow after blow, the board over the board ...
Think ax his head!

Living the law of bad people,
Singing songs of bad people,
The blunt instrument of the dirty war,
You're not talking about anything except ... except woes