Текст песни Большой Друг - Кровь на алтаре

Lyricist: Great Friend
Composer: Snap
Performed more than others
Year writing: 2002
Genre: Hip Hop

The blood on the altar is not clotted - still smokes
On decaying body of the territory of swine breeds
in the euphoria of beating a legion of deluded hearts
rules of an impostor - the creator of the new morality
messenger of heaven for the father he poor sheep
who prostrate idol lick end
and practice to achieve the bliss of murder
lips warm adherents pure heart baby
mass psychosis has devastated people's eyes with tears
zoltodobytchik in crowds creates demand
on his theory of the soul
energetic guru builds equity on a lie
Twilight Initiates selling ecstasy
once the master of hypnosis will destroy its former degree of balance
plunging the minds of the slaves in the depths of the depth of trance
dose-visions overwhelm Brotherhood
hundreds of hands and feet will create hundreds of the dance
the blood on the altar of sacrifice becomes black after
Founder will list those who took initiation
his slightly trembling shadow on the wall of the concrete
battle of hearts at the same pace it will connect monotonous phrase

chorus
bless send all bloody hand
founder of a new faith and a punisher and holy
many people like to be deceived worshiped darkness
that's why the blood on the altar smokes

You see the bad situation and just anyone believe
Why skimp on care reptiles sincerity greesh
a lie for the truth accept scum idolized cherish
perhaps he did not realize you gniёsh mertveesh
Take care of your soul, it is easy to Marau
vulture circling patiently ask the price looks
and in that moment when you tear to moisten the ruins of faith
on the stump he stroked the wings of his victim
the gift of the mind treat nectar lull mist
spell chants will call beloved brother
if you are succumbing to accept initiation rite
know - then we will not be easy to find the way back
the scent of incense breathes a silent crowd
truth someone finds someone loses
networks eager helpless to light a weak hand chyato
Medley attempt to extinguish a viscous spider pattern
the patriarch of the sect still more oaths are heard
for the lips and the words of life like a father torn thread
unlimited strong fanatical and this belief
faith where one flock through the blood of the first to go.