Текст песни Deform - Жатва

I believe in the death,
The pain,
The suffering and injustice,
In sickness and betrayal.
I believe in the dirt and stench,
The cruelty and hatred
And of all evil,
Crawl on the ground because of you.
And I believe in you ...
Hands covered with large blisters,
Die, probably from the summer heat.
Standing in the sun while working in the field,
I put large spikes in bundles.
Wood crying viscous resin
Breathes land of a thousand days.
Standing in the sun while working in the field,
In the field of his worthless ideas.
Harvest
Slowly stretch to the sun shoots
But I waited for his harvest.
Slowly melt the forces of nature,
Yellow blood draining from fields
Knock the breath, kolechat hands
Melts air of painful days.
Eternal Harvest familiar flour
Under its annoying ideas.
I became a painful day
I became a painful night.
The city falls the shadow,
No one can help.
... I became painful ...