Текст песни GreyMillenium - Собиратели ключей и масок

The ability to find among the chaff grass,
We have in common with the creatures of the ancient tales.
We are collectors of keys and masks
Distributors of gifts and benefits.
None of us will eat the hell,
That feeds live in darkness.
To spite of the suffocating gloom and celebrate,
We sytimsya mad masquerade
Armor, cloaks, coats of arms, swords, took.
And laughter spreads through the dark halls.
And tar glued to the words rhyme.
Beats ringing of metal on metal.
So fight the table glasses,
So the sea crashing on the rocks,
So marble tyrants put on a pedestal.
We keep the peace, which we know very little.
We Multiply meanings from scratch,
In brothels, school classes and positions.
And it will pale day in which we did not ...