Текст песни Snuff - Угасающее солнце мертвого бога

Fading sun God of the dead

Hell will not make us more light,
And the angel did not meet us at the door.
All we can do is just watch
On the fading sun God of the dead

Running through the fog without disassembling trails
Likely to have hundreds of roots to stumble.
We are no longer people, but not slaves,
In the last rays - touch of immortality.

And I saw how the flames devoured the firmament,
And was fulfilled the prophecy given to them.
And his name was Death,
And hell was going with him.

And writhed in agony world
And we had burned, there is not much.
But before you plunge into ashes or dust,
Hear funeral furnaces for God.