Текст песни Порнопантеон - Бытовой Оккультизм

The spirits thicken their fog,
They don't need a pitiful bribe.
They fly from everywhere
To give you pussies.

You drank my vodka,
You will drink it in a coffin
I curse your family
I will rake them all in the flesh.

*chorus*
Pentagram on the wall
Worship Satan
I drink vodka from red prisms
My everyday occultism!
* end of chorus *

I run to the station
The passengers are sitting here.
I sent a plague on them,
The vultures will eat them.

I run to kindergarten
To cheer up the guys
I, like a valiant sage,
Turned their blood into lead.

*chorus*