Текст песни Эруиалат Аннанаррим - Огонь

And in snake rings Turned fun
Gift heaven or happiness or hangover
Equal rule, from underground observed
The air is blured by the air, in the patterns are guessing

Who, who breaks down in the pitch of fire
Who will lose like a day
The silence of their steps towards
That the world splashed in face
Ripped Ring
From under torn shackles I will answer

All the fate is missing smoke
Not sorrow and not annoyance
On the face covered with grima
So he needs
In dances fascinated
So that in the veins blood not stalled
And the land around flashed
So fake, so posed
Life from bodies
Skilled their ash
And washed about the steps
From his eyes and with shoulders share
Mortal people on a snowy field
The wind brother, yes the fiction of the beast
Eternal steasting of captivity
I do not believe her words

Trusts Pasynkov Unbar Khomutama and Lylam
To the black earth - smoky grinding at the corners

Tiles of frostpled individuals led above
Who is under the coziness - no one will hear
Life burns on stones in New
Ash - then humans, too human

But through a number of spin no fire
In the cold Podnatorel
Flame cradle from every fire
The roast tongue touched the mouth -
On the teeth only emptiness
Does not go to the UR Darm Food

Oh-lee wind brother, month Konokrad
Today my lot - in the ashes to pronomize
I led sowed pieces of thirst and longing
I was looking for everything - I looked the undead

Your day I took with turnover
Rings to the belt cling
Yes twisted whip work
I'm evicting an inappropriate
Eat with a knife worthy than more
Than in the circle of the launch
Ears to substitute Kramole
Low blood bleeding
Breast voice languished
Between the teeth merged
How people saturate mocked:
"Throw my own, dismantled!"
His bowl of drink right
Whose nectar lands
Let it be at least a reflection
Let anyone ever be!

Trusts Pasynkov Unbar Khomutama and Lylam
To the black earth - smoky grinding at the corners