Текст песни Grey Heaven Fall - Проклятие Памяти

Dropped from the king's throne tyrant
Ashes and sorrow has left the world,
Blood will wash out of a thousand wounds
Spears, rose to the sky purple.

Masks posthumous cold granite
It will split and thrown at his feet,
Time left with grave slabs
Time will erase in a funeral palaces.

Disrupt the skin flaps vzmetnuv
wind cast a cloak over his shoulders,
Sharp gust seal of silence
On opening the lips, skin ice cripple.

Firebolt crimson pass over the face,
Mournful illuminating the darkness of the catacombs:
Will tiara crown of thorns,
Blood on the cheeks zavapshie dropping.

With frescoes pale looking into the void
It will orbit duck wearily;
Showering down, the light on the fly,
The old paint dust will settle sleepily.

Cold Heart torn com
Eternity is in his hands, like a handful of coins,
For an infinitely your damn dream:
Were you once - you are no more!