Текст песни Паническая Атака - Тварь у порога

The evening dries
Dry blind flower.
My world burst
Soon he will be a dream.

Storm and written off
All my life trash.
Someone cursed
I may have myself.

Sculpt fingers.
Skeletons will creak in the cabinets
Someone walks
In me, this is my fear.

Empty in the house
As well as inside
Conscience - mold ...
Look!

Instead of sky
Chervaya Salt Earth
Instead of happiness
Crims Crosses and Coffins
Instead of paradise
Witch Cursed House.
Instead of faith
In the throat stuck com.

Worms know
Today they will live.
Sold the soul -
So please pay.

Channet Angel
Flesh covers lichen
Creature at the threshold -
This is for me, goodbye ...