Текст песни Сингулярность - Черный отряд

Thousand years we are waiting for the dawn to leave the mark
In our hands, the gingerbread and whip in our eyes of death red
Our homes are these birds our grave raw land
In our minds, the battle yes, even in the coffin, we squeeze the sword

Our words are our blades Music Our ringing Taits
Life without war of emptiness swing all the deaths are presented to us

Hay kings yes princes you lack in the fields of the Voronene
Hay for a despicable metal Each of us sold my soul
He whom who lives here war past us do not pass the side
Hay fear stretched the string black detachment rises into battle (3r)