Текст песни Виконт - Крики ворон

The cries of crows from four sides
You do not hear them
Cold blade, but your hand
It's cold.
Melting dew blue eyes
And somewhere above
Stars Crest see from a height
The loss of life

Driving, driving in the dark distance
Storm clouds wind
Here, the glass becomes steel
Fire no heat, no light.
Thickened water in the seas,
Turned to blood
In this world of living matter.
Why again and again
You choose the edge of these?

Children of War, Children woes
Why is this world so sweet to you?
Water will hide your tracks
No more strength.
How to win, how to save
This gloomy world from hordes of crows?
And you're going here again
Children woes.

Steel, pain, blood and sleep
Paying tribute to the sunset,
Lived only one day,
What would avenge the death of his brother.
Once you come here
In the footsteps of his
Was willing to give his life
For him alone.
Only washed away the traces of these war.

Darkness, light, evil cold
Dirt, revenge, beats Hammer

You asked so little power
But there is no answer
Stars, crosses hear from a height
A low moan.
The burden lies on the heart is
Lightsworn
Vicious circle outlined suddenly
The cries of crows.