Текст песни Margenta-StoneHand - Мародёры душ

Marauders of souls

The boots will not be removed from the dead
And the pectoral cross will not be torn from the neck,
They don't need our blades
And our military honor.

The trumpeter does not invite them to hike,
Another signal for marauders of souls
Your black flag and your kumach,
Tribunal ready for the truth.

Our life is a battlefield
Soul marauders at the ready
Creep, creep
If he is alive, then they will finish it off,
Our life is a battlefield.
Soul Marauders at the ready!

Under the shade of scarlet pentagrams
Under the strict gaze of the royal eagles
Puts souls in his hands
The color of marauders of all ranks.

And our conscience is under the bleed
And thoughts - into dirt, words and feelings - into dust,
And how to understand that you disappeared
In the agreement of a crowd of thousands?