Текст песни Епархия зла - Неоновые ветра

There will be a lot of death
There will be a dark-scarlet rain
Vyting thread in our eyelids
He is in a moment buzzing blood
In other destroyed realities
Where is even alien to kill
Do not lie, fear of desires
Cut the flesh, laughing in the walls ...

Under the radiance of the Moon
Buried dreams
Churped
Sad.
Desecrated Molba
Generated expensive
Womencanic hero
In glimpses of silence
Scroll rest
Orching flowers
Tears of water
From neon eye
In the distance of the expanses of dawn

In hidden sacraments of dispersions
Agony kingdom, death glare
In the length of the laughter of swirls
Only coming mournful scream
Silent city of refilled
Faceless silhouettes of darkness
Empty swelling eyes
And mournful crying shelter