Текст песни Emancipator - Ангелы Ада

Riders rush, armor in the dust,
Along the cooled autumn roadsides
Tearing shreds out of hooves
Quietly sleeping, tired land.

Faces are pale, eye sockets are empty,
Nostrils breathe grave silence.
Where were the burned roofs.
Where the bridges passed, collapsed.

Who saw them is gloomy and dumb.
Who knew them, forgot the rest.
They can not sleep in an eternal war.
They can’t get lost, their compass is set up.

Hands know only the cold of the blade.
Instead of the heart, silent grottoes.
The mind is calm and the will is strong
Servants of black bloody work!

Gather the usual bribe
The dark priestess of the plague parade.
Do not look for them, for the Angels of Hell
They will come for you when necessary ...