Текст песни Eutonazia Kordax - Безымянный Культ

Unnamed Cult
At sunset the wrist,
Pain draws his wounds,
The island became moist air,
Carefully dissecting.
 
The alleys, glare glasses,
At night, the familiar path to the Temple,
Lights silver
Cold only invigorates followers.
 
In the bowels of the city at night,
The unknown element,
It gives other forms,
The outside world.
The eyes came out on a date,
Rushes in treatises.
Evoking ancient horror,
City keeps secret.
 
Son everywhere - he is the master,
Door entrance, a little light.
Dirty tiles blackened,
Boarded windows.
 
A shadow of gateways,
Scold the prophets,
To shed again on the body,
Liquid sinister wisdom.
 
Next to you - faceless peace
Ghost light, broken eyes.
Dark pattern on the ground covered with ashes,
Ball death with black sky!