Текст песни AIO - Broodmother - Мать притока

At the foot of the mountain
He erected Ziggurat.
Landsome, gifts -
The temple is great and rich.
There were a lot of such
With a kilt for those who are preserved
But none of the living
Does not get into your home!

Hey thief
Darkness you have been consistent
Wamp
Throw out your korea
Moan
Crys in people's networks
Stench
Whose bones
Hey.

Good good chorus

Hundred nap hundreds of eyes
Viciously dust out of the caves
The priest was glad -
Did what ordered
Only soon and he
Felt on himself
The rage of hundreds of teeth
The creaking of her jaws

And dust
Dust all covered in the future
In Fr.
Temple of the tired network
Laughter
Ghost laughter Priesta
Death
Death for fool

Chorus

Find everyone
All devils

Selyan from the village run
Find bodies by morning
In the district scares hearing
Left his temple spider

Text Vladimir Potashchov