Текст песни Russtone - Я режу свою плоть

I cut my flesh,
I am looking and smiling,
You are dying again and again
From me renouncing

The pain of others having absorbed,
All your hatred and anger
Sunday I will rise, I
To all of you for evil become the new god.

Chorus:
There is no truth in tears,
I was not raised,
I'd rather Sgin in the waves,
The will of the alive to rot.

Verse:
On the wings of your blood,
Do not leave me, please,
I am here a stranger
And tearing apart the soul.

On the wings of your blood,
Wounded birds fall down
And die again and again,
To then be resurrected hundreds of people.

Chorus:
There is no truth in tears,
I was not raised,
I'd rather Sgin in the waves,
The will of the alive to rot.