Текст песни AR-HATA - Львы

Diseases systems go out of my head
Rot climbs out
From soul to soul
Raising Empire
generation of slaves
Disobedience!
Through this fucking cold
They are laughing hyena attack wounded lion
and no roar, no word
all useless
but they were not much time left
and fleeting joy
like sunset
culminated
Let there be a reaction!
will burn and wash away homes
down!
In the meantime,
dying in ecstasy
admire the sunset
we are at the limit!
and through our mouth torn follows despair
barely
Spit!
torn joints
short time left ...
instead of an answer - the solution
bullet halfway to the body of a lion
the Omen...