Текст песни ARRIVAL - Безликая Смерть

Autumn wind opened the door,
Cool and quick as a cry.
He stepped over the threshold of the color black as silt
With an easy grin man.

Soft light lamps threw holy glare
On the edge of the old braids.
Old mother, son hugged,
Asked & quot; A little wait!

God forgive me,
You take me,
Son word covered.
Death, take me away!
I did everything,
Just do not touch her son. & Quot;

The old man paused and slowly sat down,
Without releasing the braid.
& Quot; Do not misunderstand me, the old, you can not decree for me,
Son, I'll take. & Quot;

The gray-haired old mother, whispering curses,
The old man came.
The look of death saw, and only said:
& Quot; Together with his son go.

God forgive me,
With his son take me,
Give peace to our souls.
Death you faceless,
Do not be stingy for nothing,
Give soul to God. & Quot;