Текст песни Azgard - На Зламі Дня

At the break of day
Through time and space spread
Sad shabby rows
Pale ghosts.
In their eyes yellowed
Purple glitter fires
Suffering seal

Clothes zotliv.
rags
Barely covered body
Neither living nor dead.

In the ragged souls of evil snake
His left their mark.
They tangle of poison
Vyhryz all through
Happiness, freedom, passion,
Remains hopes
Fragile.

None of them remember their names,
Warm words will not feel gift.
Eternal circular path
All selected
Only
Wind whistling
Lin after them
Through the night.
They are one of those who always went to the bones,
Licking the boots of others leaders.
Sold his honor.
Burned home.

I entered an ancient curse in their family
Hundredfold them back pain
All their victims

Look! - More creeps
Shabby shadows, ghosts!
All paid in full!
By the tenth lap!