Текст песни Ниенна - Всадники Апокалипсиса

Horsemen of the Apocalypse
 

Our Silver Age - Archer on the white horse
MINING sky, a city in pearl fire
White dogs - like an arrow in flight:
Time to start the winter hunting
Icy steel - our souls are clean and bright
This is the Law: Arrows diamond sting ...
        Just where is the love?

Copper our age - the trump suit of clubs,
Rider crimson, whose name - Power.
Zolotoglazym ghost - a hawk,
Wings of contention: the Delhi and conquer.
The house, divided basically - is doomed:
Use a fiery border draws the sword.
        Only - where is the love?

Century Tin - Rider hides the face:
Instead of a sword and shield - slander wheel.
Retinue of non-living - a soul for fuel,
True Blood - the oil of forgiveness
Here is a handout, where there is no mercy, and for a penny:
White thy bread, whose name - Lies.
        Only - where is the love?

Age of our iron - last rider of the Moon,
The measure in his hand, horse and armor - black.
Black wolves rush on the trail:
That defeat and they win,
With their words, false piety trash?
Horseman Retribution judge you by your deeds.

Weighed, Smer - ghostly shadow
Following comes the silent oblivion:
Age of the crank, snapped a thin thread -
There is nothing, no reason, no one to combine,
        For - Where is the love ...