Текст песни Stigmatic Chorus - Нострадамус

In the dance of fire ghostly dreams
As a warrior-gravedigger soars war
His cries of the seven spirits of winds
Detonate doom evil plague!

Vortex whirl of evil messengers -
Pain, death, leprosy, bitter weeping.
In the mass grave ash-ash
War appears as a menacing executioner!

In this whirl of flame of the soul,
We sell themselves to strangers,
Do not dear to us, our freedom,
Betrayed God's will by going!

The harbinger of this read as elders
The spell cast on your heart!
Personality sales, cheap weakness
Irrigated with blood of the glowing ashes!

Meltwater weeping eyes of their fathers,
Calling all rise up to the battle,
For the will and the truth of the gods departed,
Wanting to protect the wall of generations!

The war killed us in person!
And shed sparks bloody rain!
All my life I spew century generation
Our children, for whom die!