Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Король мертвых

Hurry, hurry, close the door in your homes!
You hear his throat creeping fear
And someone rushing shadows on the hills
What is closer to the other grasses churchyard,
And crumble mist gloss took them,
And those who come, have already signaled,
He moves as part of the moss steel dagger.
You hear the ringing of his act?

There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!

He leads the ghostly army followed suit,
To those who have changed, could keep a vow.
And there is no memory limit, and there is no death,
And faith in the word - is no longer a fetish.
And the heavens dropping hoarse cry of crows
On rare corroded their teeth crowns.
Having handed in his chest involuntary groan
You could be among them, because you believe:

There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!

And bound like a vise, his cold mouth
That horror that spreads from the rotten swamps.
And everyone who sees it is the turn,
His eyes are wide open.
And in them dying of laughter sings metal,
Blurring the shadow of the curse with the destruction of rocks.
Catch the excitement in their pupils of broken mirrors,
You could die, because you know:

There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!
There is a king of the dead!