Текст песни Хронос - Чума

Bloody moon hung over the city,
The air smells of black resin
On the streets and houses breathes the eternal cold,
And we go from here with you.

Black bridges covered with dead gold
Plague is rejoicing, because midnight already,
White flowers under her palms
Color red blood began to hell knife.

chorus:
Look! This is the final,
And it will be inevitable
For you and me!
Run! Tables are covered already,
The wedding comes the plague!

Hundreds of years ago on the glorious city
Hung infernal old plague,
Bonfires are lit, tables are covered,
And amid the feast comes the massacre.

And we run, while there are forces,
Retiring increasingly day by day,
I hope that does not overtake us
Infernal Plague old.