Текст песни Hall of Dementia - Омут Греха

Yield of dreams creates fear,
No pity for empty words,
When Ron night tears -
She was not sorry, its not zheal ...
Nightmares of the day will come in dreams,
They will come to me, come and to you,
We do not save, we will not help -
Those who escaped from the light ....

Sobs tore the throat
And tears tormented eyes.
I know it is weak,
But the weakness of my strength.
You padayash into the whirlpool of sin,
I stretch out a hand to you,
But woe to you - are you blind
And sobbing leaving to the bottom ...

Do you know, out of the darkness
It reaches to the heart of someone's hand.
Can you get up and leave,
Throwing back his trverdoe no ...

You're not alone in this sea of ​​sin,
Nearby are many terminally ill ...
I turn tears into words,
But nobody hears me ...
I only hear the screams,
I only hear the laughter.
Pain and suffering -
You all and for all,
But the cold I am now - look
Through your pathetic moans
I cry unto thee, Die !!