Текст песни INстинкт - Наперекор судьбе

Where are you, where I do not
There's a routine rot
Web and Poison
On the way blankets
As the second Pakistan
sand catacombs
Your body will find in pieces
the bushes
You hurt me more than here is not threatened
By chopping a branch, I talk back out of the mud
Subscriber's time to leave the unit
Your last call will interrupt the edge of the ax
It spreads to the blood ink on the face
Useless time comes to an end
Never forgive, will not let you, I will not give
Do not let your years go on.
! Although we stood together
 we did to you on the wrong foot
I was faithful to the bride
 spirit to the grave slabs
And let the years go
It is inclined to trifle
Kind hand on glass
Dreaming to go back into the abyss of the lips.

FLESH IN ME AND SOUL FOOD HOW TO DEMONS

I've gone too far

FATE defiance