Текст песни Gothic Sky - Проклятые Камни

Cursed stones
 Lying on the road.
 In blood on them fled
 Damned feet.
 Damned threads
 Covered the sky,
 And trembling eyelids
 Damned wind.

 Who would you are, the traveler,
 Though you do not know
 But come to the castle,
 I'll meet.
 Held in chambers,
 Show picture
 Forever ukroyu
 The plague and the world.

 And you'll be stone
 On a forest road,
 To cut wounds
 The bodies miserable.
 And sins, such as stone,
 That fell from the sky,
 Crush, crush, crush
 Milk from the bread.

 Uninvited guests,
 Squeeze my hand of
 With bloodstains.
 Take my anger
 On the white altar
 And in light of the icons
 Take a knife
 Of black ice

 With azure stigma.
 Kill my lie!
 Laughs trouble
 In the arms of windows.
 Suppose that on the night
 My Curse of the Elements
 The poor love,
 Buried in death.

 Of the thousands of neg
 There floats brig
 It will sail,
 See my temple.
 I'm sorry for the pain
 I met you
 Already in your dream
 And in your heart ...

 I close my eyes -
 Accomplished destiny.
 Now you're at the bottom,
 And in light of the icons
 You're pathetic, and it ...
 Top your ferry ...
 Farewell - you become all
 And including me.