Текст песни Виконт - Застыв у черты

forgotten happiness
We are looking for walking on roads
A black bird takes rest
It always has been.
Mad passion
What remains in the end
Tortured souls
On the eve of a new day?

Then lost honor
Getting drunk from the wild freedom
There will come on the throat of the fallen again
To take advantage.
fallen Community
For centuries, the fruit of freaks
Religions strangled -
Gryznёyu flavored poison.
Sharing the world, tearing!

Black wind fills the blood
And behold the soul
As a fanatic beats cross
For faith brother in the chest.
Warriors of Light are blindly
Evil, evil
The world is split, the soul in the cold, in darkness.

From money and power
Energy became crimson
And the world is distorted by trying to breathe
I stood in line.
In the open mouth
We keep hitting in the throes of a new
Tortured souls
Cutting off the road in a dream.
Sharing the world, tearing!