No one likes the death
No one waits. But it's beside
Turning facets of the life
Its cold breathe is close behind
Lighting whips the gloomy sky by devil lash
Thunder peals burn black emotive splash!
Thousands of years. What's the same?
Triumph in madness
Suffocation in scuffle of the blind fool
Condolence is useless
Choking with blind joy
Taking pleasure in the spring
open by the Sun
May fresh flowers caress grave
No might to stop the trouble
Sudden coming of Lady Death
Picks the flowers dyed with blood
Lifelessly droping into grave
Lighting...
Chorus.
Dread! Evoked by curse
Of Heaven's gaze
The way is gridled with
Black momful lace.
Cursed by God'the evil place
Condemned scared by the storm
Slippingvoff straight into grave
Everyone looks for escape
Heavy shower washes off
Exhausted bodies. See their eyes
Mental eclipse. Chaos up
Majestic triumph of the death.
Lighting...
Chorus.
