Текст песни Строри и Скив - Марш мертвых

The agony of the world
Peoples cries
The collapse of the great ideas
Prints step
faceless legion
long-forgotten people
Vain hopes
Living in the world
What can we hold
Hundredfold dying
Under the banner of Syrah
For death is not care.

And we left the pine boxes
We accept the death of worlds.
And our drummer dead
All the drum.

I am 276 bones.
At the same time I have a lot of money
And to date with all the news.
My old Cpl.
I once said,
When I led the clergy
You tactics dead
Without any battle,
In the battle you - sir.

And again having left the pine boxes
We accept the death of worlds.
And our drummer dead
All the drum.

I know me from his palaces
Watching my lord.
But we are too few,
Enemies too much
And now I have one.
But remembering about us
And about our troubles
Once again he will wave his hand.
Due to the horizon rise undead
And once again into the battle.

And again having left the pine boxes
We accept the death of worlds.
And our drummer dead
All the drum.

As the drum all ...