Текст песни Hostile Breed - Путь Смерти

On the cannon fodder
For a long time the price fell,
And of committee ryasam
The heat in the concrete of the church.

Deck with marked
You chose himself -
Who here
Fuck your longing?! ..

Broken nerves
Whining treated not in fashion -
Neither pity nor faith:
Trigger already on edge.

All sink
In psychosis
Plague of sleep -
Who here
Fuck your longing?! ..

You went over the line -
Come on, we'll meet in hell!

Way of death -
Your clean sheet!
Way of death ...
Now you - a terrorist!
Way of death -
Your clean sheet!
Way of death ...
Now you are a terrorist!

So, what do you believe was ordered,
Slowly it becomes the death of thousands of people.
Before you proudly considered losses -
Now love is replaced by the word "kill."
Two days before the start at the other end of the earth -
Everything that moves - meat, and you've managed to escape:
I managed to experience heaven on earth -
The feeling of the beast in the holy war!

New shot -
A flash of light!
Bleeds the soul!
Feelings
Waiting for an answer!
Here it is, close - only a step!

Here it is, close - only a step!

There is no way back -
You are your own and the enemy and brother!

Way of death -
Your clean sheet!
Way of death ...
Now you - a terrorist!
Way of death -
Bёsh right on target!
Way of death ...
Here the main - your
The sight!