Текст песни Old Wainds - ...Во Взгляде Мертвых

You hear the beating of the night?
The air is cold and clear
Filled with blood and fresh wind
Moon obsessed ally
Dark world of the constellations
Light it so quiet and so gloomy
As the light emission of the dead
Those that throw cold stares
During the live monitor with a bloody grin
Waiting for smashing MIGA
Speak forgotten word
The word did not know living
Word about the severity of stone
Word of wisdom woods
Word of the horror mystery
And about the inevitability of death

Through the heavy atmosphere of anger
Through the centuries Polar Darkness
Through the frozen northern lands
Flowing cold stares
The dead ...