Текст песни Snuff - Мой город призрак

"My city of ghosts (part 2)"

Pick up if you can my city of ghosts,

So as not to see the ruins from the empty window.

If you have enough strength to withstand the weight of his dead shackles,

I was created by Ya. But my th is in that wine?

Take myself my city of ghosts,

Give your veins to become his pipes.

Give your thoughts to absorb him rust,

Give your feelings to become his corpses.

Here is the heart of the heartless world.

Here - the focus of everyone you were.

Neither incense, nor gold - the gift of His Mirra,

Accept as the communion would have enough strength.

Pay me rain, Sogray me the wind,

My city is my cross, my ashes and my ash ...