Текст песни Fernand Shrike - В Объятиях Смерти

I dreamed of a deserted city,
Snow fell, chalk blizzard
There were no windows at home
Mist shutter doors
Shel, climb the gray gate
In the heart of a stuck needle
Crick eternity punctured
A resident of the gray gloom

Hands death, gasping
He kissed a fit,
The sight of life sped
Whispering over the ball ...

And bathed in fatigue, a drop of truth keeping
Her eyes shining spark a wild drunk to the dregs

Collect pieces of mystery happened to continue through life
Time driven not by chance that the blue axis of hope
The distraught guise of ancient magician forever
For their sins blithely turned into was an old man