Текст песни Autumn - Демон, рвущийся к солнцу

From the flames of hell once soared
Black demon otrinuvshego grim inheritance
Tired of rancor, blinded by the darkness,
He flew to the sky through the smoke poisoned ...

The demon, tearing the sky
The demon, tearing the sun
Never light was not
But do not come back into the darkness.

His wings are weaker than those angels,
What shout to him: "Hey, is not the place to you!"
But the angels will remain under the black wing.
Where them white, to understand the thirst of his world?

What are you hoping for?
What do you think he is himself?
"To each his own" - remember? It's the law.
And you place in hell ...
Daemon.

Become an outcast of heaven and hell -
That reward, the one that I need.
Burn the sun on black wings
Become free from flowers and gods ...