Текст песни HMR - Марш мертвецов

Marsh Dead

Not dead, but no longer alive.
Inside completely different.
Only emptiness instead of eyes -
Fire in them has long been extinguished.

Like a mask, remnants of the face,
But you wander to the end -
So manits fresh blood:
See a new victim!

Creek spread over the crowd -
And someone's blood goes!
Be how everything: RVI on the pieces and brazen!
You are on the march of the dead!
Dead!

Walk and grow quietly,
Stink the teeth are knocking
Not yet broke into mince
All zombies walk on the march

March hungry and evil
Thoughts before buming empty.
The flock is easy to manage -
They just want to kill!

Chorus:
The cry will spread over the crowd - and someone's blood goes!
Be how everything: RVI on the pieces and brazen!
You are on the march of the dead!
Dead!

All forgotten
And closed
Thirst for flesh as an order!
Blood and bones
Rwe from anger
The joy of life is not for us!

Creek spread over the crowd -
And someone's blood goes!
Be how everything: RVI on the pieces and brazen!
You are on the march of the dead!
Dead!