Текст песни Женщина с - Города должны умереть

Cities must die
Music and lyrics: Beard

Ink and feathers always ready
The chronicler is hardly a third true
There are motionless shadows outside the door
Heroes Must Die

In a happy people there is neither sense nor will
Spiders weave an endless web
The jesters laugh at an alarming feast
Kings must die

The last meters to the sacrificial blood
Priests curse sunset brass
The ships are waiting for the wind
Cities must die

Autumn winds tangled in the leaves
The rains are dropping a cold whip
Clouds hung over the summer madness
Love must die

It's hard to climb the spiral of times
To amuse myself with the hope of meeting myself again
Blindly poke into a hectic dream
Long search for you