Текст песни From My Cold Hands - Время Умирать

Heavy smoke cigarettes
Straying into delirium
Cold black forces.
Luster of the knife blade,
As the red moon
it reflects light.
Bitter ashes of the past days and years
Lived not in the light.
Hung phrase ...
And again, and again, and again ...
Stone of a pair of impudent phrases
And a small margin
On the bloody hour or less.
Look cool gray eyes
With hope for us,
As a faithful old dog.
His sick of our thoughts and bodies!
How long has he suffered?
And we all been waiting for ...
And again, and again, and again ...

IT'S TIME TO DIE!

It is time to die!
No one can help us ...
If it again
someone ... Maybe
I will kill you
Today.
I admit a lump in my throat,
That soon we are all going to die here ...