Текст песни Reaper - Черная метка

Everyone here relaxed, I,
For these celers, built obelisk to the pit.
Keep my label,
On you a black mark - your way out of Rytvin,
Looks like a lion, you rarely and then without a roar.
Riper without face
He came out of the crypt
Wants to kill you, like Rossomach wants Lipton.
Your underline God Lipa,
Mordas speeded like from "Cry",
Scotch and Rum - My road is smooth,
Orinters are not necessary
and snapbeck side
It's with a ballad mount
Your head exploded, as from Karan -
Alah Akbar or Boska and Floh,
You are outkalkal feces and then Koshak replaced.
I'm stuck in this matter,
You are a horse fucking,
I smelled to it sterio
This crumpled your system.
The fate of bitch is all depends on the case,
You have a label in the hands of Success.