Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Грань отточенной стали

Em Am Em
Edge honed steel right through the heart breaks
Am Em
Hard whisper a quick death predrechet string
Dm G Am
The sky in the gulf will embrace my name
Dm E
To take away a portion of his fame did not have time

Am
On the stubble, the string,
F
Touching the wall
Dm E
Avoiding random fragments
Am
One hundred years war,
C
The merciless heat,
Dm E
Suffocating under the burden of debt

Dm
Make Way for the dead god
Am
I am going back home...

In the confusion of the truth of prophecy is simply no
Now the heretic who believes in the truth of the way
Svezhekradenym sun gamely hung with light
Wings - superfluous whim, for which it is difficult to forgive

This is a dream, just a dream,
The greedy crows scream -
Insatiable thirst for violence
Who had time, who knows
Revelation moment
he certainly deserves poison

Give plenty to drink killer
Bitterness sincere tears ...

A flock of jackals brave feels bloody trail
Knights joy pays for all wine
Coal songs dedicated dutifully get cool in the ash
Closing the last curse abandoned house

Through the darkness, through the mud
Do not shout, do not drop
Through gossip palaces and restaurants
Saving vow
After a winter dawn
We're going out of this world

Give way to a handful of poor,
Has not changed me ...