Текст песни DryMorg-B - Раненная Вера

It will break the will of the word,
And injure your ears,
Poison poisoning heart
Stone will pull on the bottom of the soul.
And you do not know what to believe -
Because there is no faith.
And then you find out the pain
And suffering beyond measure.
Because in this world
Each and every sale,
And for thirty silver
Coins broken heart.
And changing like a thing
Your feelings and love,
And nobody cares, even
You pay for them with blood.
What, then, remains:
A bullet in the head and heart,
Or is it better for all false
In his soul close the door?
The life of an ascetic and a rogue -
Here is one solution,
And then there will be pain,
And there will be a reproach,
And there will be more false
Soul wounding words.
Lone Wolf is better
The sheep in the flock amid!