Текст песни Lamia Morra - Скрипач

I'll die of love
What will erase your feeble cries
You see, in a pool of black blood
Lying lifeless violinist

Boy, if howling violin heard?
He ever walked in your dreams
He will be with you forever
Before your last spring

The spirits of hell coming grieving
On bended knee to you
Even in death, your loving
Thin fingers crazy run

A sign of a burning violin
Fade in cold mist
After all, until now no one like this
I do not play on this sinful earth

But there comes the end of all
Artist of Life - hell
And the crown of thorns fate
He became crown all your awards

Wolf will become a rabid mob
Poison full glass of wine
He recoils in horror death
And Satan cry

The spirits of hell coming grieving
On bended knee to you
Even in death, your loving
Thin fingers crazy run

A sign of a burning violin
Fade in cold mist
After all, until now no one like this
I do not play on this sinful earth

Muse minion, you were drunk
Authority string, silver moon
But one, just one flaw
He rises from the depths

You loved, and at the last stroke
I will put the heart of mad knock
Only something went wrong
Rose heart, and the sound died

It ripped in half
Helplessness and agony pleas
Story is, build a temple for him
He could stay alive

But he came to die for love
The strings are broken, does not keep crying
In a pool of black blood is
Your favorite ... It is not a violinist ...

The spirits of hell coming grieving
On bended knee to you
Even in death, your loving
Thin fingers crazy run

A sign of a burning violin
Fade in cold mist
After all, until now no one like this
I do not play on this sinful earth