Текст песни Katalepsy - Number Of Death

Fear of the figure
The escalation of superstitions

The severity of the times, everything that he had made man
It became holiness for many hundreds of years

Strife and oppression, handicap forever
The dream of utopia nestanet close.

The eternal battle, without rules and honor
Erases faces familiar ideas

Broken bones, blood flows chyato
Then everything comes back to normal again.

Happiness is looming in the distance
Energy pain ... painting dreams ...

Case victim harsh truth,
Life is like a death, Death ....

Colosseum life all pull down the chimney,
Not winning your lottery ticket
Place in the Sun is losing space
Time is running out, the clock is running

Misfortunes sign, notice casually,
Rab superstitions, you give you a tribute.
Not just like that, close your eyes
The number 13, will kill you!