Текст песни GecliniX - Оковы древние разбиты

Shackle ancient broken,
The ice cracked loudly as glass.
King gained control of his entourage,
Having imbibed the human evil.

Have not seen this kind of power,
Above the eternal kingdom, scarlet darkness;
The King can not live without passion,
After all, we have become a new passion!

This dream! On the cheek tear glass.
Where is my house? - Mind hears voices.

People are dying in agony,
From my cold hands;
Dissolved in the sounds,
Forgetting heart knock.

Desecrate the memory,
Our forefathers and fathers -
Snow will not melt,
This is a celebration of the dead.

I - the hero that rose from the earth;
I - cooled posthumously coals.
Eternal flame only burns our dust
Memory must emerge in their hearts.

People are dying in agony,
From my cold hands;
Dissolved in the sounds,
Forgetting heart knock.

Desecrate the memory,
Our forefathers and fathers -
Snow will not melt,
This is a celebration of the dead.

Live fortunately not understand,
What does it mean to rot, his eyes closed.
When you never expect,
And the way unseen in the heavens.