Текст песни 91 день - Мести

Though like any other name
Bouquet of simple emotions,
 But they will not change.
The poison of sin is in my blood
As the trigger touches the temple,
They are more can not redeem.

And hatred can not be stopped,
Losing the chance to kill you.

Past days printing
I'll have to breathe,
Creator of all earthly sins.
Memory, as a portal,
Will give a new signal
Knife on the glass of dreams night.
The pain should go away,
Dissolved in the network
Spirals and life lines.
And to spite the gods
I'll disappear,
Losing the power of his words.