Текст песни Antisacrum - Восьмые врата

Find the eighth gate,
Come and stay there.
Understand, because life is - a bluff.
Get out of the light into the shadows.
You went through all the gates - it's a vicious circle
Find it in the darkness eighth gate.
Through them, every step on the right path,
If you do not will turn back!

If you doubt the way,
If the heart tremble slightly,
That you always walking through them,
Turned into the eighth gate.

Animals are waiting for the gates of the victim,
Those who stand at the door.
They have drunk the blood
And the taste of fresh flesh.

Those who have turned back,
In whose souls fuse fear
In whose eyes they read confusion,
Who is not able to keep from falling.
To blunt the herd of goats
God made the seven circles of hell.
And mad scurry around,
Gradually, trampling each other.

And beneath a cloud of stench,
And they can not without the herd.
There is for them only one consolation -
To smell the stink of supreme backside.