Текст песни The Author - DN

Stop! Raise it
You see, not a simple,
For you it is, in black-bound.
Cover tightly the door behind him
And use
Power of God.

The rattle of paper,
Names, faces on the ground in flight
All who are guilty, even a little.
The thought in my head is only one -
& quot; Sinners, you are all going to die!
All you priispodniyu road! & Quot;
Would you survive? Enough to sow evil!
Maybe it is just that you're lucky ...

Fear has filled the soul and your judgment,
He became the pinnacle of justice.
You dubbed himself the God of Death,
But silently waiting for all your death.

The rattle of paper,
Names, faces on the ground in flight
All who are guilty, even a little.
The thought in my head is only one -
& quot; Sinners, you are all going to die!
All you priispodniyu road! & Quot;
Would you survive? Enough to sow evil!
Maybe it is just that you're lucky ...

The rattle of paper,
Names, faces
All who are guilty, even a little.
The thought in my head is only one -
& quot; Sinners, you are all going to die!
All you priispodniyu road! & Quot;
Would you survive? Enough to sow evil!
Maybe it is just that you're lucky ...