Текст песни Нечто - Метадон

Fashionable women polo at Vare screw vmazat,
Then inside the jeep was methadone,
On the edge, at the root of the beat wave salty,
Darkness whispered with icons on the lips of my caches your souls

In the cold of evil seek their number a dozen, look for the child,
This will be my face, look for me and would get all the way
Flesh in the womb of thy midst I will leave a cloud of darkness,
Burning Cloud Atlas, the dust fell on him,

In me thy faith in crimson rivers of blood in the quiet of melted ice,
In most bottoms, at the very apex of your life, God doeth
In boilers smoldering lost souls
My Name? Yes it is in the very wilderness,

Next suffocation from ekzartsistov necks,
She wrote with blood on the sheets
& quot; I'll be back,
I will come back for you ... & quot;