Текст песни White Egregor - Непорочный

Dead words
Living Mirrors
They see us from afar
Cursing!
Looking from the depths at us
Hundreds of creepy, black eyes
Driving us to a dead end
By killing.

The demon did not want blood
The dirty bell moaned
Slander, shrouded in hell,
His own, letting out a stench around the world.
Sitting somewhere underground
Hearing only your voice,
The demon fights to the end -
Can't save hearts with a cross!

The wind breathes black
The pipes of hell are ready.
The glitter of the ax with ash,
The noise of a curse in a secret word.

He's coming! He's ahead!
He is ready to punish the guilty.
Legions of death wait
Wait for your hour, wait for huge torments!

Wait for the sunset
Blood will spill across the sky
Wait for Calvary to skate
Will fall to the ground, disintegrate.

Demon, pure, immaculate
The flesh does not favor its own
A world so fragile and sandy
He fell, grappling with him in battle.