For hundreds of years
I - final answer
The last argument of kings
And the first cry of their - "Kill"!
I continue the struggle,
I voice the morning of the pipe,
I - awe silk banners,
I relationship is destroyed times,
Subject to my call,
I excuse everything!
The purpose of the marauders and merchants
The children's inheritance from fathers,
While you are hungry and angry,
I cut all the knots!
Iron age, iron laughter,
I am the reward for all!
Change a miserable crate
On heroic death.
I have permission from the bands,
Loves me not only a coward,
And like Virgo and singers
Poets, thieves, simpletons,
What mochiv mustache's fault
Compose songs about me.
I'm your first string!
My calling is to war!
Salvation always dreamed of and so assigned by the Creator.
Where the star of Bethlehem? And hell always face.
Where fireworks of miracles past? And the abomination of desolation is here.
Each blind. And every demon. So it was ever, and this day.
And this is all wrong. Want to be loved. Even those who do not want, they still want them just once in childhood nedolyubili, and it is now easier to not want than to want.
That age is a war of people with people,
And the world is no place for patience and love.
The world, and intermix
When, my God, you're going to stop them.
