Текст песни Antimelodix - Начало Конца

Beginning of the End

The cold heart knocks like a Nabat, chases dead blood. The cooled corpses are waiting for their parade - the victims of large cities. The sky is tightened with fog and smoke, steaming gray earth. Bullets whistling, funnels from explosions - this is the beginning of the end! Mass hunger and genocide are synonyms of the day. Night bombings and televisers, a cold of someone else's fire. Lambog under his feet, grinds and scream, in the eyes of pain and longing. Bullets whistling, funnels from explosions - this is the beginning of the end!