Текст песни Чёрное Солнце - Солдат Удачи

Black clouds,
Grief and dust
Each waiting
Who will come to the region.

Burnt steppe ...
Hunger and fear ...
The wind sings softly:
"Burn ... Destroy ..."

Joy in the ruins ...
Crucified dreams ...
Silently, in the loop
Hanging virtue.

Ball destruction ...
Feast of emptiness ...
Instead of hope
Leaving only ashes.

All of this in his head every day.
And it is better not put the soul to him.
He saw something about what will not tell
And will not let him talk.

He - the hunter and target.
He - the shadow and bright light of the sun in the early morning.
He - the fear and courage.
He drank water from the River of the Dead.

He is the first day of hell
Stopped believing in God.
Terrible - no longer name
King of past years.

Resource perfected,
He stood in the doorway.
On the scales of victory
And the prices victories.

Rear and front
Ways of two ideas:
Slavery to Freedom
And freedom is slavery.

The victory of life and death,
Lost all friends.
Now unnecessary soldiers
In the rotten state.