Текст песни Изверг - Скрежет металла

The gray sky pushes the weight
Thoughts of the past do not give sleep
It requires mind his next leave
This dump though someone become

Pencil on paper scraps
& Lt; nerve & gt; fingers on the strings of a grater
So there is gnashing of metal
Before that we are all equal

Rattle was born in the small rooms
To then ascend to the heavens
To break the will of the enemy
False culture plastic shine

Sow reasonable, good, eternal
Secret power over the minds of men
To absorb the flames careless
Creators of Mortal immortal ideas

       Rattle, roar
       Aggression, drive
       Our way of life
       Creativity buzz