Текст песни Чернокрылый - Бог мертв

Fused sin, reflected in the eyes,
And in the mind the abyss extended hands,
Lived your life in golden shackles,
Circling themselves to everlasting flour.
For weak thought and weak spirit,
And they want to get to the paradise in shine nice.
Never come an end to their flour
For each of them is shrouded in deception.
Naive sheep, their life slaves,
Endless expensive everything is looking for the way to power,
And chained in the owner of fate
A suffocable dogma is broken into parts.
And always remembering the grief forgotten,
Their mind is filled with dreams,
But crucified their idol jipband with hoof,
And the spirit of all-timely hammers with horns.
And on the eve of the death of life,
Stand on the knees in the hope of forgiveness,
In the deep bunch of their own sins
Found wished the road to salvation.
But the Holy Gate of the Excellent Paradise
Locked forever hellish fire.
Most High Lord All People Leaving
Forever centuries fell asleep by eternal sleep ...