Текст песни The Occult - Ода Смерти

Step by step
They come then,
When the light goes out.
Still afraid to live
Too tired to die.
This enemy is not reflected in the water,
He lives in the hearts of men.
In search of a better life
Seeking refuge from the cold
And the fate of knives.
Surrounded by a crowd of gray people
By the looks of hatred impregnated.
Force the clutch at the throat
Like wolves.
Brother against brother.
Eagerly spitting blood,
Try to leave a drop,
Sending humanity
On skormlenie mad mouth.
Eagerly spitting blood,
Try to leave a drop.
Then to write
His ode to death.