Текст песни Tanir - Кастрация мертвеца

Hot air hit in the face, and he fled from the pain
And behind howling wolves, howling cutting will
Pobol others it lasted, but flowing minutes
In the pursuit of freedom, or the body will be caught in the cycle
As if everyday mess trouble in a cage like bullets
Shod blew guilt and the hive
Blame the one who stood against the enemy of the nation
The victory is only a shame publicly painful castration

The thirst for water is equal to the thirst for revenge
At the head of a hundred plans were even more than two hundred
Ready to enter the city was holding a mace
Only then would be sure to look into the eyes of the Father
He was weak, he was terrible in the clouds
Kings live by his principles not to paradise was
He prayed to the gods but the gods were clearly busy
15 minutes later, when he was locked up

Himself each chooses its essence
To be or not to be to die or to live
But horror cherish their true or lie
Everyone chooses its banks

Starved in the cold chamber at noon
Herbs torture without revealing he drove
They shouted that the traitor prisoners of the neighboring wall
As if death drew it all on canvas
It was the hour of harsh punishment was soon in the way
Being a man, he asked another look
So ten minutes of conversation but he understood everything
Embraced by a friendly and went out with tears
And as the crowd screamed in animal roles
It was not those who have not thrown a stone and could not care less
He had not seen the rules for its sun melted
Monuments instantly fell as a pale
Executioner goes to the podium and the crowd cheers
Pointed knife sparkles occupy chairs

Modo deep breath waved
The arrow pierced the head
Thanks to a friend that though he has understood his
But who is to die Easier

Himself each chooses its essence
To be or not to be to die or to live
But horror cherish their true or lie
Everyone chooses its banks