Текст песни Виконт - Война

A whip on the back
The figures stand
Shotgun on a belt
With madness eyes burn
One left
Alien land
And the corpses of the squads
Already behind the back stink

Someone decided for you
Someone said that you should shoot
The gaze rushed with prayer to the sky
But die in lights
Just why no one understands
They often change our gingerbread to a whip
To take away the mind

Victory is not the goal
Under the knife like a ram
Your citadel
I decided to fill my pocket
At piece rate
The masquerade will take place
And honest guys
Carrying echelons into battle

Someone decided for you
Someone said that you should shoot
The gaze rushed with prayer to the sky
But die in lights
Just why no one understands
They often change our gingerbread to a whip
To take away the mind

Aryan land
Nordic god
And the blood of kings
But you melt among the snow
Left alone
Are you glad about it
And the flame of war
It looks like a sunset