Текст песни 6-ой Отряд и Главные Герои - Над лом лен дух

Sitting over a precipice you do nothing
Mental wail clogged soul captive
Scattered incentives spoiled arguments
Worthlessness hum victories * and time has not come back
And the sheer uselessness of the disease on the stage at
Play in the host but does not belong to yourself
He froze and became a statue probably coerced by the spirit
Whichever path is chosen you will not correct it
he wrong, wrong, wrong
Extremely tricky point on the verge of redemption
Accustomed to the righteous cause of wanting to be lost
Measure off his life suddenly breaks
That led him to the left, everything is just beginning
The whirlpool of events, in a moment endure mortal body
On the land where he used to argue all the moderately
Where his eyes staring curses fly
Fuck fuck fuck
And nothing about it all people are brothers and sisters
Knife sharp stale bread
and Black and White, the gods need food
As a beggar, saints burned alive,
Warlocks also destroyed huts
conquer the summit, obedient machine,
Most Highs ridiculous drop splash
people are dying like flies
This is bad, someone fuck
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