Текст песни Агата Кристи - Насилие.Белоснежка

Quietly into the night,
Heard only a thin whistle,
Joyful crunch
Weeping .
This whip whistle ,
This is someone's bones crunch ,
In the hands of the dead ,
On black teeth.

This crying Snow White
Here it is, it is ,
Everything that dream deeply .
Crying Snow White , Snow White groans ,
And , I do not noticing strange smiles currently.
Bitter tears swallowing , drinking blood.
Violence !

Blue lips suck her blood .
It is cold, like orange juice.
Black chain pressure on the chest.
Iron mouths drink her pain .