Текст песни Сруб - Так пляшет смерть

Her dancing is mad for light eyes
Key water will wash us.
On rough roads
In the course of the dawn
The Nameless Prophet
He will save us .

So death is dancing on gray meadows
Under the black moon with a scythe in his hand
Through the shadow of forests , (yes ) fogs Network
We are afraid to look like a dancing death.

Her dance is perfect for dark eyes
Incantations, curses snatches of conversation
Lips lonely
On blood whammy
god whisper
Will Tear Us Apart .