Текст песни Чарли По - Тетрадь смерти

Snow is falling
conversely
He does not care
To fly
And we hasten to
And we run
Rather hell
Pick your treasure

Let the night shines
And the sun off
We need darkness
Blind fool
We do not get it
It's time to play
Get the book
Let's write

Etc. This this this
This and that one over there
Let your notebook
All probably kill
These, these, these
These and there are
All are worthy of death
All

I see laughter
accelerate the run
Kill them all
It is not a sin
On our success
Lies snow
There is no interference
all blockages

Etc. This this this
This and that one over there
Let your notebook
All probably kill
These, these, these
These and there are
All are worthy of death
All

You're doing fine
This is the end
And I'm dead
And you're dead