Текст песни Viciousfailure - The Inescapable March of Firs

Your flight has lasted forever,
And do not consider inevitable losses.
More got frozen limbs,
A back road is now covered with snow.

Marching tops of pine trees,
The lightning tearing the sky clouds.
Have nothing to lose too much,
And you were not ready to throw.

Wings refused to listen to you,
In the pine forest are in a row,
The branches of the fir trees, kolyas and biting,
Withdraw the slums squad.

Private shroud the last ray of light,
What gave you hope.
It only remains to rot amid the skeletons
Those who also fell and died.

As you die ...

Death will feel the taste of each one of us,
Directly over the road to hell.
And you take one day
The inevitable spruce hits.

And you will take ...