Текст песни Театр Теней - Асмодей

Madness - not a vice
When you're the prophet himself
And the director of foreign passions
The actors do not have the number
For them, I'm a symbol of evil
But the fear of obscurity stronger
move
At night
Run
away
Throwing the soul on the altar
I broke up with her
This world was too old
To my ideas
Asmodeus
So just run the show
vices carnival
When the crowd gnawed stand
Mixed reality and dream
Finale has long settled
The gods may not have time
move
Light
Ston
delirium
Throwing the soul on the altar
I broke up with her
This world was too old
To my ideas
Asmodeus