Текст песни Broken Paris - Время Расплаты

The hour of reckoning
Your days are numbered
The Earth absorbs drops
Your world on fire

Something is burning inside trying to escape
You slyshesh voice - but you can not see their faces
Burn yourself in the fire - and the pain of leaving himself
You do not have time to make a move - you are weak in my eyes

In the game with death you lose again
Headquarters at the cost of life to understand pytaeshsya

I see your dreams
I feel your pain
They're coming for you
Leaving their mark

Then came a moment of reckoning
Your second numbered
The earth absorbs the drop of your blood

In the hands of someone else's blood
The pain of another's soul
From you was only a cry
The body of the sun glare
Burn yourself in the fire
And the flesh leaving himself
You do not have time to make a move
You're weak in my eyes

Then came a moment of reckoning
Your second numbered
The earth absorbs the drop of your blood

Something inside you breaks into pieces
Do you hear voices but not you see their faces

Then came a moment of reckoning your second numbered
Numbered