Текст песни Саша Кучеренко - Фатальний марафон

D5 A # 5 A5 C # 5
Fatal, brutal, animal-mental
D5 A # 5 E5 A5
It was our inflammatory marathon.
The tortured plate is tortured mercilessly
Old hinged gramophone.

To blame frankly, to wipe away flour
Liver is a good piece.
Because the system of violence and death seeks
And the blood of the human throat.
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Refrain

D5 C5 A5 A # 5
Burning the battlefield with the fire of Prometheus,
D5 C5 A5 A # 5
Fire destroys everything in an instant,
D5 A # 5 E5 A5
The pursuit subsided, only in black kirea
D5 A # 5 G5 A5
Violates rider * blue.
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The relic of the mighty is a sword made of steel,
And the wise - knowledge and writing.
And the crowd of roses "are sacred tables,
The famine is driving.

The burden on the shoulders is heavy
Test palette.
The swordsman came - the vision of the forerunner -
Carry the burden of divination.

* - is meant War -
one of four riders
The Apocalypse of Revelation
John the Theologian (forerunner)