Текст песни Лёд 9 - точильный камень п.у. МС 1.8

life bird flies in efforts
weary day on centuries of soot settles
consciousness quickly extinguished coals white
trying to forget that the world was made
leaving fixed a human carcass
from the open mouths of the night of the soul fly
avoiding clots fog light spots
Only the pure in heart can see them
and blind beasts whine smelling executioners
wither flowers and foam boils creek
spirits in a hurry to the basement of an abandoned house
pretending that they have with each other are not familiar
there in the dark spinning steel wheel
with insane speed multiplied by one hundred
in the blood of infants hardened thousand years ago
he put one of whom do not speak

grindstone turns tirelessly
until the space will break with a crunch and
stops during silent not shout
Feel your ears the sound inside

hatch cover of night black paint day
in bed paralyzed body with human masks
phantoms silently flied out to rattle sound
jarring but attracts forest of hands
gray stone spitting sparks but no flame
covered in a black scab eyes no banner
snatches victory white flag too moth
worms envy love betrayed
More hot honed claws anger
penetrate without a trace, and the sound directly into the womb
new trial bears the stigma on the forehead of a new donor
thin thread torn
Sky tons of pressure on the head and back
the gnashing of his ears burn red-hot tin
unclean need all new wounds look a
and there you will see all the flaws in the bottom of the pit

grindstone turns tirelessly
until the space will break with a crunch and
stops during silent not shout
Feel your ears the sound inside