Текст песни Darkish Narrator - Ночь

The night is climbing into my feet with his feet,
They grow from hell to heaven,
Stomping, walking, measures with steps,
Kicks the leaves, opening

Close your eyes - it will shake your license with madness,
Shut your ears - under your nose you rot, stoop,
Guilty, guilty - she knocks on the skull,
Guilty, and there is no salvation from the hour of the beast

Do not promise to fix everything - you can't,
Wait morning and try not to make it worse.