Текст песни Fernand Shrike - Остывшее солнце

Dull faces, empty eyes
A glimpse of long-gone cities.
From the skulls they grow at home
Life comes from torn mouths.
A capillaries of open eye sockets
Tear and release animals.
In the madness of the horror of stone faces
Rings of worms are born in the pupils.

The territory of the darkness of empty walls
Millions of dead cursed phrases;
Like a blood woven tapestry
Our destinies are decided here and now.
Mud currents and cold graves
Crucified demons honor the scum.
The sun has cooled, it has no more strength
And the world prays so as not to disappear at all.
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Co-author Alyona Semchenko