Текст песни Glue - Ritual

along with cold hands
slide the blade of darkness
ritual of black color

and at the peak of thorns
wilting roses
there are traces

we go from dreams
in the alleys of rain
under the shine of lightning and thunderstorms

directing his knife
cleaving flesh
and energy therein

This night sky does not become brighter
at night the streets will be lit without lights
pluck all the locks with heavy doors
and we will become food for the flies and worms

along with cold hands
slide the blade of darkness
wading deeper into the bowels
and strikes hours
as strangers steps
bring the fire

I take your body
and gently put
it near a

soon end all
flame evil tongue
we razed to the ground