Текст песни Fatallity - Вилы Готовит Бес

False prophets collect silver
To buy absolution
And the people giving , trusting in the goodness
Blindly relying on God's love

But the prophets of drink and walk
Resting on a righteous life
Only in a dream , they remember
What they do not escape the general penalty

And then God waits with a rod at the ready
And next to the eerie grin fork preparing Bes

But morning comes again and headache
And we should do the trick , but the trembling hand
I want to give up everything to flee aimlessly
But alive an old God- not escape from it anywhere