Текст песни The ПАУКИ - Проклятый сон

The war in the dream, the war in the brain
 Killed repeatedly returning to the circle
 Your enemy is and is not one
 You kind of run, but could not escape

 Honed Knife cuts in the chest
 No pain, no blood only moan escaped suddenly
 Funk mastered a state of mind
 Where to take the power to destroy all times

 You braced himself departed from the earth
 Vulture became the god you do not judge
 You fly on the enemy to avenge himself
 After all, you are dead, too, and then you

 The earth split, around one dust
 On its left you have already forces
 You fall down and feel the slope
 Waking up, shouting that damn dream!