Текст песни Burshtyn - Непотрібно Христа

I wave strength, storm storm
Reef sharp legion
Duty of wind, thunder of evil
Death to help
Feel more, feel more
Drink tears with blood
Look into the abyss
Inspire the battle with hell

One hundred storms
The nail of Christ
Holiday of freedom
No need for Christ

Lakhs are relatives of sails
Fear in search of graves
The eyes look through the night
The essence of the chosen faces
More, more waves of hills
There is no time for sorrow
Blow your epilogue
The most graceful god

One hundred storms
The nail of Christ
Holiday of freedom
No need for Christ

The cold dead don't care
Hardened rush forward
Property was left overboard
Horizon knows - life or death

The spirit of the heroes is cursed
The rope was torn three times
Rats and crows were killed
The throne itself is mastered