Текст песни Lucifugum - О богoс ужении

I will call from the bottom of the grave
I drove the poison through the age-old plague
Rotten hay is useless forks
Ashes and dust are blown by a widow

With the dew of the rabble, with acrid blood
Gargle tired bones
Without an altar and words
Shreds of life, served again!

The fallen cannot be removed
Those who know do not understand
Dead poultices in the good of redeeming

I didn't fill the wolf's belly with hay in winter
It didn't work out in the summer. Maybe the year is empty?

Invented by the god test bag
I handed everyone answers, tips, signs
The lantern lit at the very bottom
I didn’t use it myself, but I called everyone

The comfort of a trampled litter
Kholui logic in a third of strength
Kohl head on top of the bag
No one will interfere with breathing