Текст песни Комптон - удавка

Devil tell what these days
I like a dropman go along the way
collecting human suffering in finding darkness
I will not stop their death will not stop their dogs
I tear sin sons
and their black dogs convoys rod
on gray hair old women
threw off the corpse of his beloved in the pond
Fed a man's fishe
did not remember how the name before
looked around wheels to know less
with her shadow played chess
Larew Satan again
What are the pudals
not heard in the shadow of the knock
Let the sins of these people
they are empty shrinking garbage
I'm dirty all of them
And do not make my eyes
I am a preventive demon
in these sands
From the thirst closer in the desert and life collapse
with a knife in the hands froze
in cemeteries cold different
This is cold soul
Remove all already capture
And no longer let go