Текст песни Даин Морийский - Господь, подари мне ручной огнемет

Lord, give me the manual flamethrower!
I still believe in a crusade
Family and work again wait
When you give me a hand-made flamethrower?

Lord, I miss my old friends
In labor and sorrow with you, I was ...
About all you accidentally took poison!
And I am bored by old friends

Lord, my woman a saint!
I was killing her beauty!
Crucifixion of Christ copies feat ..
That's my woman became a saint

Lord, do not leave your family look
Who bullet in the head, who is sharpening in the stomach
I'm so lonely! What shall I do without them?
Lord, give me the rope on the collar!

Lord, into your hands I give myself
Keep the stronger you are my soul
I was standing on the ledge on the edge
Wait for me, my God, at the entrance to the garden ....