Текст песни Asmund - Отравленный мир

lost in the stream of the world mad
buried, since birth, the soul in the grave
but the blood of punching way to freedom
revolted under the rays of the heavenly courts

look cool, break the boundaries of consciousness
He dreams of the above sham life
chaos, tear this world, now do not get tired
but blood and honor the heroes of the wages will rise

no! nizachto never look it will not be sent through the prism
let will fall forever, because death is better than the breath of life
poisoned life.

It nourishes the only time the flame fracture
where the truth - the goal, rather than a sense of passion
where the battle, as the basis of the decisive battle of the world
where the action is - requires replacement crucified prayer

the whole world, he went out, he went out, as if there is no oxygen
but wolves clinging, we have risen to the glory of the people
Aryan race! Aryan race! Aryan race!
Aryan god!