Текст песни NOIR - Древние

Thousands of years ancient see
Dreams of the Incarnation - dark dreams,
The souls stored and hate
The memory of their exile from Earth.
Age of our short-lived, the era has passed
Whirlwind picks printing doors,
Soon adherents of universal evil
In our world will be included in the guise of the shadows.
Overthrow the throne of the Kings of the earth,
Himself forgotten in the life of leisure!
It is time to clean the Earth's flesh
From human infection.
The world drown in the depths of defects,
Persons sprinkle the blood of the people.
Day herald cries of the prophets,
When a man shall destroy himself.
Chaos bottomless maddening,
Abomination and filth, curse the Great,
The flame burns the wrong body,
Ash is on featureless graves.
Overthrow the throne of the Kings of the earth,
Himself forgotten in the life of leisure!
It is time to clean the Earth's flesh
From human infection.
The characters know the secret value
There will be no peace among enemies.
And from the Great I was waiting for forgiveness,
It will solve all the mercy of the gods.