Текст песни Under the Scythe - Сошедшие с Небес

Through the heat of the pristine prana
The speed of thought will sing the membrane:
The ether will peacefully, expanding the wave,
Pass a particle

Dead flesh is filled with the Spirit
To start being at the right time
The proverb "gods" everything is a trick,
Interstellar array falling from the outside

The interstellar massive falls from the outside!

Desert lands are selected, - those that go with heaven
The climate is changing, dried by the sea - those that go from heaven
The composition of the atmosphere is measured - those that go from heaven
Named cycles shifting not in vain

On the backyards of the universe does not go back the moon
But here they have their own interest -
"Nowhere without a control will not be one"
In the name of the domination of those who have come down from heaven!