Текст песни Last One - В приступах гнева

I know an awful picture
I'm sorry I will not
Grass on you their shadows
Trample thy gentle soul
Your voice in my half-sleep
You let go begging
Great show me
See how love dies
At that time I will potreyal
When my chuvtsva rejected
I heard the door slam
And the sick moaned hope
I did not think that it will pass
And I stayed with the pain forever
To me now everything is destroyed
Everything that made the weak
And now the nightmare began

I for all who were dear to me
To me now enough evil
I hate your moans
He runs around the edge of the blade
Clings flesh wound leaves
Your heart is full of sorrow
Tear it trampled underfoot
There was a cry of terror echo
Birds soared to the heavens
And your body went limp
In that life is not a single gram
The air was a little thicker
Dulled still in darkness
As soon as the goal has become clearer
I'm standing at a height of