Текст песни Вадим Фомин - некрозой

We plot the off-road in the eternal search for smooth tracks
The bitch-conscience pubic won and gnawed us
and with a wonderful wreath from the faith and shouting a male tear
We stand at the era threshold called Necrosis

chains of mourning echelons, purulent beads of grave pits
on raised distillation, on rolling rings
greedily absorb feelings with pancreas measures
We stand at the era threshold called Necrosis

Dust of mensored ideals, dust covers, doctrines, programs
barrel, spiny blanket yes farewell two hundred grams
Our new path, glowing gray, blood, powder yes krisa
We stand at the era threshold called Necrosis