Текст песни Sectorial - Predator's Intents

I see animals, they are in human form
Skin teeth, willing to grab the throat
Ready to tear flesh and drink blood hot

Their eyes lit fire
Hot fire that incinerates
Not that it's the heat that warms the soul
Heat it did not warm the heart ...

Their cry - that roar coming echo
From the walls of stone and steel
And embarrassed silence and echo ...

They fear beckons, attracts you.
Their views are hungry
Stop in one who is weak,
Who is not enough strength to stop.

So pack that kruzhlyatyme around,
As long as they do not meet the level
As long as someone does not tell them words
In language they understand ...
Not obpeche hot iron ...