Текст песни Keepers of Death - Свежеватели

Shadow silent, Marshem Iron,
Rising a nightmare from the abdomen.
Holy Aquila will save you,
And the dark gods will not help all the forces,
Neither isa nor Kheyn, and not the sword of Cregor,
Do not stop the sabot of death from the dust!

Eliminated leather on a curved body
In dance fatal claws soldered.
In Nekrovsky Eyes - Cold Fire,
The bodies are covered, lie by the embonodent.
Fear in the veins of mortals absorbed all the hopes,
How reminding that death is inevitable!

Machine soulless does not know the essence of fear,
She is the embodiment of the interstellar darkness
Blades mortal flesh will ruin
And the horror of your mind will be blown away.
Deadly ruined without learning, not seeing.
Live metal with warm blood rank.

Let the weak spirit fall on his knees,
They have no ambitions, only - destruction.
Claws sing again, turning the flesh into mince.
Hey, mortals, the sound of this - mourning march!
The life of the lamps will be ground, die,
But again the freshness of the victim will find ...