Текст песни Monastery Dead - Songs Of The Dead

About the forgotten roads’ past
In silence sings the wind,
That bends mighty willows.
Songs of the dead sound like in a dream

Many years have passed,
But human eyes remember,
The man can be worse than animal,
When the smell of blood soars in brains

Battalion, one more battalion
On these roads went
All of them have died
Nobody knows what for

Fight after fight,
Pieces of meat … blood …
Tart smell of a decaying flesh,
Poisoned all around.

The wind sings about the past,
That, what was then
But songs continue to sound,
And always will be heard

About the forgotten roads’ past
In silence sings the wind,
That bends mighty willows.
Songs of the dead sound like in a dream

Many years have passed,
But human eyes remember,
The man can be worse than animal,
When the smell of blood soars in brains