Текст песни Многолик - Порождение черной крови

my old world is terminally ill,
he is all dried up, and bled white.
and I can not live, people believe -
they kill me - everything will be better.
I tear to shreds meat,
Now more than ever dangerous.
I caught throughout the network,
I am a product of black blood.
in this world there is no more
God and did not see the light.
crushed bones of the servants of darkness,
drowning the world in the embrace of the plague.
I inhale the stale air,
it is filled with the blood of the dead.
in the dark I can smell the eyes,
I hear talk of corpses.
I know there are afraid of me,
the monster is not easy to appear ...
their disease clouding the mind,
in their eyes I myself contagious.
I have only one way -
kill and burn all this horror.
here scurry around the servants of darkness,
drown the world in the embrace of the plague.
my old world is terminally ill,
he dead is full.
I am the fruit of imagination and pain,
I am a product of black blood ...