Текст песни WesT x Драугр - Бал отрешенных

Dragon

Coupling:
Cut your jangle eyes
Don't you like our world?
Leaving again in tears, without hiding
I will open my paradise that stitched under the seams, the muse.

And on notes Panacea,
Where I am changing in my face
Secrets under the roast hiding and on the History's desks,
We are unarmed crowds, but dressed in masks of hypocrites.

Feelings are turned into collapse,
You enter to us the ball that go without soul,
After rushing to the gates and you want to us in hell,
But I closed my doors in lies, from huzzling.

Helping in the veins get grief,
On the ball to let you, Fucks on the veins of grief,
Do not bother to love the dream, reviving pain,
One in the field is not a hero - I am a dead warrior.