Текст песни P.S. - В ад или рай

Weak Fire My Life Candle
New night - the next permission
Do not pray any words, just silent
Only a demon laughs, feeling profit

Darkness in the wage trail
Echoes will erase the life empty
The last mig of the silence of frank
This night scores the mask share

Destroyed locks, affected scenarios
I would like heat, but ice on a hemisphere
And coarse black ash rolled instead of snow
Turning into life a plan of my escape

You never understand me
Forget once Ile Curse
But what we go, and get married
My throat met your knife

And there someone behaves behind the edge
Me today and wait you
And let the soul of peace gain
This minute no one will save

Space Sky Through OP - Middle Fingers
Look inside pierce souls
Depraved souls bloody fragment
In hell or paradise, there will disappear on the shelves
In hell or paradise, there will disappear on the shelves
In hell or paradise, there will disappear on the shelves