Текст песни Demons Of Guillotine - Законы Плоти

Red flag overlaid radio wave
Stockade trap flash signs on the highway
On the spot where stood the last chilling scream
It stretches cherry jam sticky long trail
A sand - in the face!

Enjoying
Sirens flying lead -
Pian last day!
Morality - is dead, and only in the nostrils
Gar and blood Solon
Each cell yells living flesh:
Morality - dead!

Etc.
Do not rewrite ever
The laws of the flesh!
Only cold lower abdomen
And machine-gun pulse!
And catching sight, rushing down
From the top of the madness,
Like a moth flutters knife
Over someone's body.

Radiovolna relishes everything that made ...
Thousands - end up with the radio wave.
I shake my miles, both on the blade - colon,
Bringing in mind dying unanswered cry -
Music in the night!

Where their
Water carries the river, and on the shore -
A carpet of bodies ...
Looking at it from the silent heavens, the moon
Triumphs.
Country of its pattern and frightening sense -
Morality - dead!

Shouts
Every cell in the flesh:
after
Dogs with their chains !!!