Текст песни Эпатаж - Седой король

"The gray-haired king"

The gray-haired king will ascend to the throne of a tired,
Wearily throw off the mantle cover.
River of blood pouring down your glory!
Utterly burned towns, fun on the bones of enemies!
Only a steel sword in the battle became even more acute
Where have you tasted victories heady wine,
But the death of you waiting, your soul sought.
And the black shadow behind the headboard of your rose.

Chorus:
The whole turn of life
And while slowly
He brings his total.
In response to each step
Gold and copper
Turning to dust
Leaves death
Dust in your hands!

He fell asleep, and the king took the body tomb,
Plated rust not broken blade.
The smoke dissipated Czeslaw and strength,
And not given rise to the heights -
Heavy Cross at the feet.

Chorus...