Текст песни The Woods Of Solitude - Загнившие Культы

Fog hid the essence of tradition,
Ideas light darkness swallow
War Games, empty ambitions ...
Only emptiness conformism.

Blaspheme Christ, yes praise Chaos
But to live in captivity others' ideas
Already extinguished in the heart of the flame,
I do not drink the blood steel knives ...

Plastic war
Cardboard foundations,
Empty ideals, but false heroes,
Toothless aspiration,
Vanilla desires,
Hand misanthrope, that only Mara banner ...

Bend your worship, your faith decayed,
Forgot the smell of blood, thirst Forgot your death,
Cover your insignificance tried shawl mobile, Sim dragged themselves on the necks of their hinges ...