Текст песни Shangri-La - Я разрушу ваш храм

There is no grams of salt
Salts from the eye
Who I would be if I threw the entrance
Betrayed himself
His landmark
And languages ​​ignorated
What we won
I am Samson blind and weak
But still, I will destroy your temple

Night is made in the city
We are in the gloomy kingdom
I can not help
All power inside and all power

Laugh crowd behind his back
Everything will soon drop
You will overtake peace
For dishonest games with me

When dust breaks
All soot are suited
Dawn will open
We are dead
For all those sins
For cowardice and sorrow
You me are exterminated
Dagon did not save you
Buried with you
Empty wooden god
Your temple is ruins
A faith like the wind
End of the kind of the Philistines