Текст песни FOSFOR - Апостол

Burned out candles and evening prayers
The role of spoils of war and peaceful bonfires,
We tried to comprehend, who did not know the battle,
The position of the boundaries of their disasters.
And in the boiling cauldrons of new warriors and troubles,
Where their heroes appoint enemies
On the role of Judas and rulers ...

etc.
Will, freedom face!
With the first wave I wilted.
To stand to the last drop of blood
The apostle is not yet used to it.

The cup of the secret word for us is full to the brim!
The outline of the perfidious soul is rough.
Hopeless and fragile, tamed more than once
The short-term action of our fate.
And in boiling cauldrons new warriors and troubles,
Where their heroes appoint enemies
On the role of Judas and rulers ...

etc.
Will, freedom face!
With the first wave I wilted.
Stand to the last drop of blood
The apostle is not yet used to it.