Текст песни Антракт - Дикая Охота

Wild Hunt

Your collective is out of danger
If under the thickness of the skin is hidden
Heart swollen with the fat of idleness,
And nothing is sacred to him, but
Remember - you're aiming for the head today
Tomorrow your hands will be bare
Wild Hunt.

Your innermost is beyond suspicion
You mimic the environment.
And the rusty trap will slam shut forever
On the other side of your face.
Know that no one escapes from the shadow
Soon the knives will hit the targets.
Wild Hunt.

Pain, broken bone, agony.
The adrenaline and passion of the hunter.
Lungs full of blood, coma, death.
Bullets full of poison, horn and whip.
Wild Hunt.
Wild Hunt...