Текст песни Эльтерс - Меньшее из Зол

He was born in the shadow of the forests
Between the world of darkness, blind gods
In the distance from the bright lights
Palace lamps, dumb passions

Chagall secret paths
Exile faith unearthly
Son philosophies of life
Creator of fate and magic

The fire in the eyes do not wash away the fear
He was strong, but plunged in the dust
Under the guise hiding his face
He narrowed his life in the ring

Darker nights hoodie
Envelops his dream
He wanted to save Dawn
But only put on the shackles of darkness

Chorus
Leaving a semicolon, leaving the soul to Satan
Crept up to the locked door to look like dying days
See the sunrise in the dark fire, understand that this is all a game
Dotlet a candle in silence, rise from the ashes at the dawn
Magician on a black horse

He decided to rise from the ashes
And rescue my dear Region
But there were those who did not believe
And I did not accept his paradise

He firmly believed that it is necessary
In his proud words
But in the end all at the mercy of
He was banished forever

Now he has his own judge
Supporter evil or good
The latest in a vicious circle
To give his magic

Torments fear old dreams
For all the vices of emptiness
When looking for a ray of light in the darkness
He is currently imprisoned in the fire

Chorus
Leaving a semicolon, leaving the soul to Satan
Crept up to the locked door to look like dying days
See the sunrise in the dark fire, understand that this is all a game
Dotlet a candle in silence, rise from the ashes at the dawn
Magician on a black horse

Angels fly over this world,
Despite all the demons in the darkness
Crows peck your grave,
But it does not lie to you

Angels hovering over a dead world
And live for the salvation of mnyat
Crows peck your grave
Only in it are his enemies

Burned dawn and fell down
How he loved life
Perhaps it is all a whim
Like a wild flurry embrace the world

The country is covered by the shadow of evil
The blood of kings in the heat of fire
But deep in the dim light there
Hope Teplit silhouette

And once again moved back the evils
And the time to re-add your turn
Those threads of life paths
All will put a semicolon

He was driven out into the darkness of wandering
He was cursed, but the sound of thunder
And just do not believe the false:
The magician was not the most terrible evil

Chorus
A semicolon, leaving the soul to Satan
Crept up to the locked door to look like dying days
See the sunrise in the dark fire, understand that this is all a game
Dotlet a candle in silence, rise from the ashes at the dawn
Magician on a black horse