Текст песни ЛИХО - Заговор

From peck eye, spat phrases
From Elan duct, out of their graves by the road.
From the cooled ash from the boiling tar,
Did not find sleep, pulling Down the howling.
From the beginning of time.
In stagnant water,
According to a bottomless trouble
By withered roots,
In bogs yes stumps,
In the wake of the hooves,
Who killed and forgotten,
Who killed and forgotten,
Who killed and forgotten,
Hear those who are asleep.
Whispered trunks,
Blunt corners
From the burning fires
Yes boiling pot.
Axes and knives,
Cut the necks
Blood weeping eyes
It will be the first order
Those who have heard of us.
For the sake of black crows,
No broken windows,
For the sake of spoken words,
For the sake of headwinds,
For the blood of snakes
And the burial ground,
I implore ash
And marsh water,
Come home!