Текст песни Desperate Choice - Волки среди волков

with a fierce grunt rabid dogs
we condemn the covenants of the fathers
but , once again bringing to the mouth rot ,
until recently did not feel the smell of stink

coins before the eyes shine
all the feelings came to naught
a greedy grin did not see that
honor temples have long been in ruins

crowds like a pack of wolves;
tear the enemy and grab more
pathetic fool , each of us
He believes in the success of someone donated the game .

the taste of blood on his lips eclipsed by the flavors of favorite people
hand turned into a fist, fearing claws