Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Сладкое Болото Могилы

On the darkened dirt fate
Only marred left you cover,
The cycle steps thrive torn facts
And your snikli spring stale fruit.
And in my heart you have just ripped shadow
Frantically jumping to the beat of chants
On the cover is cold, slimy and sticky,
As in the fetid swamp, scary and shaky.
And in the silence of the night only black owl
Grave yell cut through the veils,
And someone's eyes looking with tenderness into the distance,
Casting an atmosphere in the heart distant pain.
And what a terrible muddy paint
And the trees are similar to baby pacifiers,
At the stars fell a piece of wet sludge
And the sun is eclipsed by the cross over someone's grave.