Текст песни бред - бобры и опоссумы

It was 372 years before the era of human
And to any age for that matter
Protracted war in the years of history does not remember its beginning
But the story itself and not about him but about the battle that became a legend that all soon forgotten
Two sides of the brave brave one beaver whose nickname was Liquid
They were famous for the intricacies of science and akkultizma that unfortunately made them jelly their allies were like pegasi or centaurs (to tell the truth dick disassemble) the famous legendary racers whose wings were like fresh salmon fillet and beak sticking out like a unicorn (only after 40 long beavers last years have taught them to speak and they finally explained what they are), they were the mighty Penguin-asses like a hawk able to dissect the expanse of the sky, and strangely enough to spoil other acid
On the other hand the multitude of possums whose heretical teachings and backward way of life led only to ruin
These bastards have been something a little less strong in arms
Building the barricade and traps they incited them hungry dresirovannyh exhausted pigeons that ripped anyone who has at least some some edibility
Once free the birds were forced to indulge rotten minds opossumskogo teachings OrenT'la meaning wreak havoc (in fact it is meant to shit anywhere)
And so there were two adamantine Libera on the same field of battle and Onatar Fuiltiz whose fates have often intertwined for the long years of war and razrushey
No one can predict whose will to win is stronger and so I just finish this fucking story