Текст песни Пилигрим - Ангелы Смерти

Blown morning city ,
The city has no face ,
Dead birds learn to wait.
We get to the end ,
We are strangers in their own land ,
Do not like us , fear us .
We are ready, the cartridge in the barrel ,
God will not give one betrays.

Chorus:
We are the angels of death,
Between good and evil ,
We are the angels of death,
The razor's edge going under fire.

No one returns home ,
Crying old mother .
Every second a hero,
We can not retreat.
We are strangers in their own land ,
Do not like us , fear us .
We are ready, the cartridge in the barrel ,
God will not give one betrays.

chorus