Текст песни Tremor - Пути смерти

In the silence ominous horror
The ritual fires lit
And in a circle hundreds of corpses
Death comes to living
Decomposition of dead gas
Slime torn pieces
The worms fed on meat
Stick to the jaws of beasts

Tearing chest claws
Devour everything inside
And gnaw on the bones
Only death is always on the go
On the horse gallops across the sky
Wings of the storm hit land
Scary skull gloomy malice
And in the hands of ax to scythe

Towards the bloody blades
Everyone will be doomed
Who scattered over the abyss
Who scythe dissected
Insatiable maw eternity
All underground roars
Curses howling, corruptible
It is the death of live calls

Every hour there is a death
Networks put spiders
Demon will meet before the grave
Only death is always on the go
Overflights of their possessions
Horse will turn back
And live not wait forgiveness
They are one road to hell