Текст песни Inai - Op

Angry mist from his eyes, Put haste,
And do not be afraid of anger in his voice.
Like a puppet of the passions,
What was born out of a dusty tomb.

Body wrapped the bloody ice
Darkness - the source of life and soul.
Do you see me, now il unlucky?
What is so hands are cold, tell the hurry?

Red Claws Plug into the sky,
In the world of harsh look.
Killing each other thoroughly,
In doubt and chaos, we will tear exactly power.

Otherwise, losing foot and wing,
We will achieve that life has passed in vain.
There is a second, I unravel the secret.
He likes it so much that the blood spurts followed.

That's when I before you, or not?