Текст песни MortemPaller - Третий мор

A small child, a difficult childhood
Dad alcoholic mother at the entrances shmalyaet
Call mediocrity, hitting
You will not achieve anything, they read as backward

And I'm tired, though, and has lived so little
All say my mouth, I'm sorry father and mother
I hate you, at least from this difficult for me
I do not get the affection and feelings of all poorer

And dead brother lying in a cot
His mother still shroud to tenderly furtively
And he loved her, though for a long time in the afterlife
I absorb envy, I killed the mentally--sginut

My road to hell, it's bloody escalator
She leads me there, because there is only the truth
I walk on the edge, it is increasingly Tochal
I killed their parents, with heartache ending

I tell their plans, fucking children
they cry into my pillow, I break their doors
I carve mothers and their fathers
I do orphans, because he is an orphan

And the holiday will soon all come together
Parents and children feel my revenge
This is not the first murder on my account
(3 pestilence, I will not spare anyone)