Текст песни Mordor - Машинист

Exploding silence with the roar of wheels
Unaware of the light of day, he drives a steam train.
The heat of drunken smoke and smoke - to hell with the brakes!
His eyes burn with unkind fire.

He has a pitch-black cap
An old shirt was eaten long by a moth.
Life then leaves a pale face.
Arrows, semaphores, rails, sleepers without end ...

He throws hot coal into the firebox,
Drinks a stack, white light swear.
In the shroud of the road with a knife blade,
Eternal alarm, a bitter tear.

The night swallows the train, the haze laughter follows
Slippery moonlight freezes in the windows.
He has been dreaming of getting off for many years,
But he doesn’t understand - there are no more stations!