Текст песни FOLCORE - Манкурт

Fly to the will
From open palms of land
Past those who were broken by the fate
Fly fly bird.

Over the black mouth of the abyss
With the death of chairs.
Contrary to frills treated hope
See the birth of dawn.

Hiding in the winds
Without recognizing any times nor borders
Like a spark of a fire,
Pick up from the ash, flying up.

Light long forgotten bright stars
Shows the path - and disappear.
Away from the truth of someone else's
Find the world your ...

Here pain and happiness
Sell, as a commodity product.
Flocks of hungry traits in black rows
War carry "Truth Light."

In the eyes of their darkness and cold
Twisted from the mourn fields.
I would thoroughly quench our blood thirst
And the souls to collect like a trophy ...