Текст песни Butterfly Temple - Хорт Ямы

Hort Pits
( Lyrics: Lesyar )

Oh, snake venom,
Bloody stench !
Shadows on the snow, called to him!
Go to sleep, I pray thee , forget me!
If I go back - kill me!

Is filled with fire and darkness,
Walking in the tracks behind you,
Elusive enemy people and psov-
Fatigue does not know Hort !

She rises while it is not praying ,
It turns out not cross .
In & quot; gray wasteland & quot; the dew ,
In the maelstrom calling on the water ...

Magic gray gloom of forests,
Take her under his cloak ,
Strangle the sweet bliss of dreams,
Swallow the spirits of birches.

Dismembered female body
Bloody dew expired.
Drink dark gods
Wind carries the cellar.
In the loins of snake venom,
Bosom laden with darkness.
Blood types creations
Sweep everything under you!