Текст песни Пророки времен - Смысл жизни

When we give the sun back
To the massacre of the dark forces
Three numbers will edit the ball.
Number 451
It looks beautiful on the helmet
Let the ritual be done
And leave a deadly flurry
Ashes of Ages

Meaning of life for me
The roar of the symphony of fire
I will deliver our children
From dangerous, false ideas
No one will be smarter ...

In the last fiery flight
Book birds fly away
They can not be returned already
My flamethrower hisses with a snake
Beat the page
They will shut up forever
And go straight to hell
To the ashes of centuries

Dreaming
I dream again
How screams break out from the smoke
Faces
Flickering faces
They burn and curse my name ...