Текст песни Скверна - Извращённая Похоть Власти

For those who like war is the meaning of life
O children of their millennia
Expose your anger, excessive their reality
The lust of power, which is called power

Fallen Angel,
spread your wings
carrying his black soul of the sky!

We are able to cause, call us
Needing every moment wishing us
Rage and chaos in their hour of mourning
Coming growing storm of reckoning

Crowning outcasts, from the abyss of the past
The new orgasm, beyond comprehension
Stuffy measurement piled layers
On the ashes, dance tearing flesh

Fallen Angel,
spread your wings
carrying his black soul of the sky!
  
The piles of frail bodies inside
The stinking rot heritage
Your hands will find the unknown,
              Boarded the grave (We zaberёm it myself ...)

Under the gravestone you are resurrected to live
              Drink blood, strike fear into the souls
              The warm blood wash cold forever
              To fear to your cry stuck into ears

Our eyes staring at the sky
In the last hour of the harvest of a fairy tale times
And smirk crucified God
Thousands of names of thousands of eyes