Текст песни Viciousfailure - Forest Cemetery Ghost

Echoed from your fear of dreams,
But that is terrible, it is no longer wandering in the dream.
The noise in your head or a rustling in the bushes
Next I take your rest and do not want you.

Trust branches underfoot, quiet whisper of the wind,
Behind your someone suddenly run through.
Are blind glare moon illuminated crosses,
As if everything in the forest with only tells you.

On the cemetery is heard howling soul morozyaschy,
Mouth goes white transparent mist,
Soon it is done accurately acquainted with you,
And the hope of escape - a foolish delusion.

This ghost:

Hello, my feathered friend. I lost your dream?
What have you hung his beak? You burnt feathers, paws wiped?
Come to me you're in the circle. Come, I'll help.

Good ghost? Hope? What a catch.
All doubts you. Is there any other choice?
Maybe death arrived, so soon? And moss
It covers the corpse away all your dry.

He promises the new wings you
What is stronger, faster, more beautiful than yours.
What return? Nothing. Only a "thank you" destiny.
Only the sound of ragged heart suddenly fell silent.