Текст песни Восьмой День - Иллюзии Мертвы

Illusions are dead

Verse 1
Raise your hands up
Sent into the sky view
I am between heaven and earth
And there is no way back
White Gates
Closed forever
Only in hell
Only road to hell

Illusions are dead
In his heart there is no balance
And for the sins of their
You are banished from the skies

Chorus
The soul of the beast sold
The world is your hell
Again entangled pain
No way back
Pulling a heavy load
The sin of your soul
I (you) is no longer someone.

Verse 2
The sun burns the eyes
I am burning to ashes
Like a sword over his head
Waiting for the Last Judgment
Above black rocks
I tried to take off
And was cursed
Forever cursed was

Illusions are dead
In his heart there is no balance
And for the sins of their
You are banished from the skies

Chorus
The soul of the beast sold
The world is your hell
Again entangled pain
No way back
Pulling a heavy load
The sin of your soul
I (you) is no longer someone.

The voice in my head
I send orders to the soul on the outside
Heart full of sins
God punishes'll burn I'm on fire

Text: Alexander and Alexander Krivorotov Antsiferov