Текст песни Betik - Охота на ведьм

*Witch-hunt*

Verse 1:

sharpened cola bonfires boilers warm
to avoid punishment, they saddle their stupas and brooms
garlands here from voodoo dolls will be for the whole cauldron
here somewhere they will give a cross to a map or a cross in your fornication
in the bowels of the hands a clump of genie's wool
treason is not scary for those who have a wall behind their backs
ashes and scene x
hallucinogenic genocide
skulls crunch underfoot
the area is strewn with them this area has long been empty
and the crows recognize their taste
let those who still have a pulse press the descent in time
tar torch through quicksand
the teeth sown in this forest will grow so don't sleep
having drunk let the murder instinct clear up
let the myth embrace you in the form of letters

chorus:

skulls crunch underfoot
the area is strewn with them this area has long been empty
and the crows recognize their taste
let those who still have a pulse press the descent in time