Текст песни Smoug - Восьмой смертный грех

I was born in the cold winds of the night
There were stars above my head
I did not know the entertainment and well-fed peers,
But I have not craved worldly pleasures.
birds singing and the flute melody
Ringing purses replaced easily
But people forget that the good-that-sin
Where is the truth, a lie, they do not care anymore.

Dark clouds over the city of the fallen
Thunder is a sign of the gods
Lightning hit the shrines to the fallen
Out of their prayer and the ministry of priests
The city, steeped in sins and vices,
Sinks in the rain and burning homes
Heard the booming voice of the prophets:
A victim of human appease the gods.

Crumbling walls of temples and palaces,
The panic in the city, close to the end,
Suddenly, the crowd came three priests:
It requires blood from you god-father.
Everyone is afraid for his own skin
Another fool to sacrifice eager to give.
But my strangeness foretold my destiny
For them, I'm certain, then I die.

Dark clouds over the city of the fallen
Thunder is a sign of the gods
Lightning hit the shrines to the fallen
Out of their prayer and the ministry of priests
The city, steeped in sins and vices,
Sinks in the rain and burning homes
Heard the booming voice of the prophets:
A victim of human appease the gods.

The storm subsides, subsided rains
Reflections play on the roofs of houses
People elevate priests praise
What saved the city from the punishment of the gods
Blood washes the altar stage
Sacrifice one of the dozens of sins
I'm not one of them just in the wine
Worst of all eight deadly sins.