Текст песни Butterfly Temple - Хорт Ямы

Hort Pits
(Lyrics: Lesyar)

Oh, snake venom,
Bloody stench!
Shadows on the snow, called to it!
Go to sleep, I pray you, forget me!
If I go back - you kill me!

Napo flame and darkness,
Walking in the tracks behind you,
The elusive enemy of the people and psov-
Fatigue not knowing Hort!

She rises while it is not praying,
Leaves will not cross.
The & quot; gray wasteland & quot; dew,
In calling on the pool of water ...

Magic gray gloom of forests,
Take it under its cover,
Strangle the sweet bliss of dreams,
Spun with the spirits of the birches.

Dismembered female body
Bloody dew expired.
Drink dark gods
Wind carries the cellar.
The loins of snake venom,
Bosom laden with darkness.
Blood types creations
Sour cream are all under you!