Текст песни Сруб - Грот

Torture and notch
Sun inside the shadow
You hear, go crazy
In Gary Fire Day

Way yes in nowhere
Topot hoofs in the night
Want to go crazy
Take and escape away

Laughter at the stream of virgins
First roads GO
Dry tree cold
Grota stores Son.

Power that he gave
Mouth that eats bone
Part that we are
Passion that hits anger

Believe if everyone is silent
When silence will be here
In the bell call the executioners
Along the trail the messenger goes to revenge

Call alarm
Yes chrome your horse
The house is far
Everywhere angry fire
Daisaches damn
At your gate
Your rest
Guard guard

Don't go along the trail
Don't bite these herbs
These rocks Oscal
These Bread Shores
River
Do not let fear
Eternity waited, but tired
Eternity of the age of centuries.