Текст песни Branikald - В Духа Пыл

Drink from Souls with anger
Let the blood seethe with bitter poison
These sinful thorns bristling
so let the wounds of those living with blood burp -

- Suffering the crown
The semblance of pain
Powerlessness basis
In the pulp of the spirit
Death will mock
Rescue overtaking
In the illusion of the eternal
Life began

Drink the Song of Anger of Souls
Drink Doom from the Pride of Fates
Overtake Winter from Icy's thought
Storm drink the character of the cold

And again Winter from the frost of the foundations
In the ardor of the Spirit, it will gnaw
Into an atom squeezing fire with Void
Conquest Life and loss torn by the Void
Will bite, tear, cool