Текст песни Old Wainds - Лик Безумства

In a twinkling black stars
I pulled out of the abyss
Millions of particles exhaled a fierce hatred
The explosion firestorm was demolished this world
Madness on fire
I raced in the snow
On seven hellish black horses
And death was sparked in the eyes
And the tornado left only ashes and dust
Beast Hellfire running
Burning Perfect Beauty
happiness Century is over
And mane develops like a cloak of darkness
How damn master stroke of the brush
And happiness is over age
Blood quenching your hunger
Meta horses in deadly silence
Erased were worlds
Interest is not nourishing to death
The smoke of burning their throats choked
Victims of the beasts of chaos
And there is no salvation
Grass squalid removing their guts
I burned them cursed the sun
Holding the palm of the fireball
Playing the gods I kept them thread
Covering glowing hand drive
Day under the onslaught of the storm subsided
Yielding fatal night
I showed them what true fear
And death has played in their unhappy eyes
I've seen what they see
That plunges them into horror
What is called death
That gives rise to animal fear
Oh, and I saw, I saw myself
The chariot of seven horses unruly black
I raced in the snow
On seven hellish black horses
And death was sparked in the eyes
And the tornado left only ashes and dust