Текст песни BuZZworD - Живой Среди Мёртвыx

the living among the dead, I bear all
everything on the graves one I'm going up
Trust me kid, I believe in success
My opponent was a cause only laughter
my text was written hastily course
I bear you got for me no interference
so let the boy raises his hands
my grime mystical as the Third Reich

This time I will be more verbose
by any canon of my success is unconditional
call me the death I take your life
here even rival perish on the guillotine
I am a messenger of darkness pandemonium of hell
You sold your soul for a passage to the second round
Now since you know that there will be retribution
This, my friends are not to blame
you listen to every day of my track on Battle
I do not have because of your not fall so low
the first opponent is already ready
I feel the smell of blood here
ready to break it on the threshold of the slaughterhouse
in a race that is a lot of places
You should feel this context
I think that I do not got nothing here
but as always you will enter a batch

the living among the dead, I bear all
everything on the graves one I'm going up
Trust me kid, I believe in success
My opponent was a cause only laughter
my text was written hastily course
I bear you got for me no interference
so let the boy raises his hands
my grime mystical as the Third Reich

it was my hour, I live amongst the dead
a necromancer lift from the cold lands
in trance during slaughter
but I am stronger from round to round remember
I am close to the underground world I was not up to you
my grime are now at an altitude of renaissance
your vocabulary guy is empty
and this flow quick as a mongoose
Now my grime spreads chaos
because I'm just like Dr. Faust
Now in all crypts and catacombs
play my tracks battlovye
dead like say the bomb
they are willing to pay money for them
my words as proof of gold
Montano fell was that the institution
when we were sitting in a tavern with the undead
I turned on the track where it reads opponent
they laughed said defective
the bottom of his songs and he himself must
I did not spoil their nerves
I turned off the hat put my first
Hades said it approved the cosmos
listen to my tracks as a coke to take a dose
I signed him there now famous
my tracks like dynamite blast them
leave the room I will not allow the crowd
They built me ​​now monolith
I convey my greetings to the package
as well as hash and hoodoos RIMET a bouquet
I will not dedicate all here couplets
See you in the third let pokeda

My dark side
half taken out suckers
ball ruled by Satan
that does not like to go

the living among the dead, I bear all
everything on the graves one I'm going up
Trust me kid, I believe in success
My opponent was a cause only laughter
my text was written hastily course
I bear you got for me no interference
so let the boy raises his hands
my grime mystical as the Third Reich