Текст песни Многогранен - Нас рать

They cry a lot and they are all ready for battle wild
Each first king here, every third of them viking.
Sorry, but the monarchs and warriors
Gone into oblivion - so fuck you bring down.

They cry: "We are many, we take Buttle will force"
Take the vector to win, but the offense - the way they shifted
And they go to the bottom one and then a second with him,
Mount enter rivers of oil and burn it with fire.

They shouted that a lot of them and yelled at full throat,
Mol victory in his pocket, but I'm clever pickpocket.
Instantly you are nolyah, but do not look at me
Once you squander yourself - your postmaster drunk.
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Semantic zero load? - Fuck!
Merged debris on the bottom? - Fuck!
The main thing - skillfully run by bit, to lead to a wild thing tank, feed the bodies of demons.