Текст песни Krite - Атака мертвецов

west wind bringing death
one after another the choking wave
the last dawn illuminated Osovets
hopeless to heaven

hellish fog swallows the whole fort
the grass turned black, a rare pulse a quiet moan
the horizon filled with a bloody tear
convulsions, death rule the funeral ball

merciless thirst
another sip of poison
eyes are glassing
from the throat of blood flow

kneeling soldiers
pieces of lungs
inhales acrid fog
and curses war

the enemy is advancing, there is no one to wait for him
seven thousand is a solid system
hundreds of corpses lie in their path
in crowns, trenches, in the dust of the earth

the enemy moves through the green fog
but what further lurks is not given to know
strides towards a company of dead soldiers
primal power, no strength to die

four sharp edges
anger, will, rage and honor
will not give up their positions
where they are

sticking bayonets into the flesh
last debt call
spitting death in the face
attack of the living dead

the commander’s wheeze calls to follow him
get up! join all the bayonets! and full speed ahead
there is no god, with the hand of all the devil leads
and do not care that then their souls will be taken

the blood in the veins of a soldier
the only salvation is to turn around to run
tramples himself, driven by horror enemy
and the blade of thread does not allow to recede

a flurry of artillery resurrected for a moment
fire rain tearing apart bodies
shrapnel wind will kill a lively scream
the battlefield was covered with a deadly haze

dead companies stand in rows
in the splendor of steel bayonets before them
they have neither life nor death fetters
and the attack of the living dead steps forward
attack of the living dead
attack of the living dead