Текст песни Фронт - Слепая Злоба

Hands without fingers, the motor without wine
Without rotor stator, the stator without rotor
The lives of many, and only one death
Enough beating around the bush.

You're still young, but there ahead
You see only a bloody clouds
To death is not much left - go,
But try to keep abruptly

Anger will help you survive, you will kill
It does not matter who, but the thread does not burn and do not cut through.
Mortuary cold light grope your skeleton
Picked hordes of flies, someone will rise ...

Spirit gone, but still bone
Will crackle and break anger
A pile of bones - so whatever fate
This is for you and only you!

City underground with domami- crosses
Will you brought us.
Music of mourning, sadness Music
Hook first, but after let go.
Your anger will be no place
The tomb is quite damp and cramped.

Fear forced to kill you
Fear found the thread where it ends
Fear. You did not know I was looking for.
Fear. Pile of bones you have become.
But you need not be afraid, it's not scary as it may seem
I think the worms get along with you, you will become possible only just food