Текст песни Холод - Псы

Throat will the blood
When canines
Piercing even moan
Claws tearing dreams
They will come
Sacred column of dust
The lavish handfuls
Billowing to the sky

terrified
devour Fear
Who saw their spirit servant
paralyzed instantly
And suddenly from the waist weak
Filling the already tight world your
Himself as self turbulent river
No tears flow down her cheeks and
As they splashed all around
Filthy Darkness starvation
Run ... run ... run ... run !!!
In all directions, to the sides, all directions
We reserve the fat trace
They hunt is more important than food
They were waiting for it for thousands of years
Take up an ax so pouvesistey
If you did not have any other ideas
With head held high up, reliable protection back
Croy skull went to clean his own world