Текст песни Flёur - Молох

Over the world, asleep carelessly
It rises ominous shadow
The giant, ascended from stone,
Terrible idol with an animal grin

His empty sockets watched
For our dreams

Raising his hands bathed in blood,
His priests conduct their ceremony,
His cruel rites and processions,
In preparing the new innocent victims

For the terrible God,
Whose name - Moloch

I hear the infernal roar of tom-toms
I hear the roar of the ritual of singing
the flame rises up to the stars,
Above the stars - black mountain ash

His stone hand drawn
We were over the abyss

Forgetting yesterday's losses,
We create, grow, and build trust
Peace comes to the tired earth
Just for a second, he does not sleep

He is always on the lookout -
Bloody merciless Moloch