Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - Меч предназначения

Walk the old paths again
Conscience is silent in a frayed scabbard
Friend or foe - no excuse
How much is lost, how much is left

White hunted wolf, look
Where is the soul of the beast, and where is the human face
Is it possible to be like this

A curse curls with a fragile feather
With a thin sheet, you can't take it with a net
Black blood, snow petals
Pale fingers squeeze painfully

Take another step out of the void
The fugitive swallow's voice
The sword of fate has two points, and one of them is you,
and the other ..

The sword has two points
The sword has two points
The sword of fate has two edges, and one of them is you, and the other is death