Текст песни ChernoBog - Under Starless Garment Of Perishable Agony...

When winter has almost gone ,
and winds carry away shelter
of my suffering ,a scarlet show,
thus deepest of heartstrings
awoke,become undone,undying
blasphemous mockery at
martyred soul...

Plague shall not come,
fatalistic conspiracy
by an accord of emaciated
starlit giants...

So easily heaven fall,
and its ruins no longer
can conjure with death upon
bloodless flesh,
I am crown of bestiality,
I should bow to none,
unless it appeal to my cynic nature,
doomed to be thyself,
abusive glare of eternal darkness
quietus could not ever crash...

I to beg young
flowers to recreate
fragrance you've emitted...