Текст песни Ritual Front - Малиновая Смерть-гора

Who ascended to the top of the Crimson Death Mountain
Forever remain indifferent to the festive fireworks
Progress does not entice them Extravaganza
And the stench of decomposition does not affect
Black Gold - is the blood of the dead
Paper gold - is a fraud
And the king's gold is no longer in the world
For the king of the world is hidden until the end
There is no one to turn the wheel
The nations are now governed by themselves
We wander through the land as the remaining blind slaves of someone else's theories
Our cities rise on the ruins
And turning to the ruins razed to the ground by the Huns
But from now on will no longer be neither empires nor the Huns
After all, at the top of the pyramid is separated
And this sign everywhere
From now on saving lie about freedom
Prevail over the shocking truth about the tyranny
Henceforth pigeon breast tramples the fallen eagle
A seal of death is called a symbol of peace
But freedom is only a more extensive cell
And so it was here at all times
In addition to the very first
Death Mountain remembers those days
Death Mountain knows that when God is dead
Just as it had been dead all the old gods
White becomes black
Clean turns into crime
Lower rank higher
And all the churches are filled with plague contagion

When immersed in the depth of the Archetype
Out of the darkness get up real characters
Deadly to the existing world order
Carrying with him a piercing light furious
black Sun