Текст песни Stigmata - Игра в слепую

Fell on his knees
Hide the truth about the judgment day
Who taught you to lie
Who gave the right to hate themselves
The plot is close
Your slavish sun shines approximately
These dirty money for freedom
Molded bullets for love

Wind blows
On the eve of the storm
Dispel banners
God of War
Life is measured at the cost of pain
The initial rate of bloody games

Will broken
There is no way to retreat
Who built the temples of lies
Who gave the belief to kill
The world already wounded
He's under the gun of their greedy eyes
These dirty hands drenched in blood
Find forgiveness in all of us

Wind blows
On the eve of the storm
Dispel banners
God of War
Life is measured at the cost of pain
The initial rate of bloody games