Текст песни Demons Of Guillotine - На Фрегате Мертвецов

This - the horror flies over the roaring waves,
 This - bloody surf,
 This groan from the onslaught of the dead shore!
 Ptomaine drenched deck,
 Glass covered with blood,
 And guns Rocks vents on the ground,
 Smelling fresh meat!

 To the sea and face the storm -
 The wind tore off the skin from the bones,
 Black armor cut waves
 Howling ether - 666!

 The seas of blood!
 The frigate dead!

 ... The dying remnants of the sunset
 On the gun barrel,
 Hunger, like a compass, leads toward the earth!
 ... In the air, spinning Death smiling
 Those who survived,
 Fear, madness, poison on arrows
 Wind carrying the hate!

 Braided among themselves with perishable things such as the smell of gunpowder
 In the haze of a hot night
 Tsepeneyut heart and mind is covered with a veil ...
 With the roar of the thunder of artillery uterine
 Rolling shaft of the dead,
 Gutting all living things, gliding over the plexus gut!

 Music by Zodiak, Proteus, Lord Ash
 Arranged by DofG
 Lyrics by Zodiak