Текст песни Кетлен - Подземелье святых

Throw a knife!
Throw a knife!
Throw a knife! -
It is a tradition of the ancient temple.
Throw a knife! -
They will kill you is not so.
Throw a knife! -
There are considered to be holy wounds.
Throw a knife! -
Do not hope to die "for this."

Clumsy like the idea of ​​chёrte,
Nedootmolennaya like the idea of ​​a day
Lift up your soul rises. Quiet whispers, "let's go"
Tired minds, leaving all the secrets in a dream.

Throw a knife!
Throw a knife!
Throw a knife! -
There untouched by the kamikaze.
Throw a knife! -
Here you are killing words.
Throw a knife! -
For signs folded his fingers.
Throw a knife! -
You remember the gossip.

Fretwork black blood deaf dungeons
Aimlessly immured in the wall of miracles.
How many strewed earlier opinions of the head,
How little I understood for people sneaking the devil.

Whisper a prayer, without trying to remember the way:
From the back of the maze too long ago no progress,
The rubble stone passage, and a little loopholes.
The rubble stone passage and do not see the dawn.

Throw fear!
Throw fear!
Throw fear! -
Here you do not the road to the idea.
Throw fear! -
It is not given that requested.
Throw fear! -
Gold chain around his neck,
Throw fear! -
As a gift from the former light.

This is not to step foot without repentance,
Everyone distinguishes his portrait,
There does not appear prophetic knowledge
Those who are not ready to forget the answer.

Throw a knife!
Throw fear!
Throw a knife!
Throw fear!
Throw the flesh!
Throw the dust!
Throw a knife!
Throw fear!

Saints whisper quieter and quieter and quieter,
You can hear every rustle in silent reproach.
Saints in a dead sanity breathe more and more distinct.
You raise the window to the jaded eyes.

Throw a knife! -
For window burn century.
Throw a knife! -
Revelation goes for you!
Throw a knife! -
In the cave we burned all the lashes.
Throw a knife! -
Already long ago we announced a retreat.

In the steps of the Deaf Private revelation
Prophetic crazy secret power.
In fright kneeling,
You are not asked about the knowledge of God.

And, looking at the face writhed,
As in a mirror, drop on the brink
Large drops of tears, and people dream
As Heaven keeps them from eternity ...

08.08.2015 year