Текст песни Строри и Скив - Марш мертвых

The agony of the world
peoples cries
The collapse of the great ideas
prints step
legion faceless
long-forgotten people
vain hopes
Living in the world
What we can keep
hundredfold dying
Under the banner of Syrah
To death do not care about .

And we left the pine boxes
We accept the death of worlds .
And our drummer dead
On the drum all .

And I 'm out of 276 bones.
At the same time , I have a lot of money
And to date with all the news .
My old Cpl.
I once said,
When I led the clergy
You tactics dead
Without any battles,
In the battle you - sir .

Again, leaving pine boxes
We accept the death of worlds .
And our drummer dead
On the drum all .

I know for me from their palaces
Watching my lord.
But we are too few ,
Too many enemies
And now I have one .
But remembering about us
And about our troubles
Again, he will wave his hand .
The horizon rise undead
And once again into the battle .

Again, leaving pine boxes
We accept the death of worlds .
And our drummer dead
On the drum all .

On the drum all ...