Текст песни Марлины - стоны упырей

Do you hear the moans of the glory?

We sleep in raw graves,
In the afternoon we are not able to
Everyone knows every day -
We are ruled thirst!
Let's say frankly
Do not die instantly
Health will go to us
With each drop of blood.

You hear the moans of the Uchara
Your doors
Take it
And gave the flame of the lanterns!
And if he met in the forest
These creatures, then dumbfounded
And the orcob -
With fear of blood delicious!

We have scared more than once
Bullets of steel
Pied curse
Cheing and crucifixes.
Do not need anything,
Only rich dinner.
Not sharply
The one who was bruoked!

You hear the moans of the Uchara
Your doors
Take it
And gave the flame of the lanterns!
And if he met in the forest
These creatures, then dumbfounded
And the orcob -
With fear of blood delicious!