Текст песни Exitland - Wolf's Hour

It seems to me sometimes,
What is the sky just tolerate us;
And our system is uneven
Only expect
Wolf's day and hour;

Melted dust
Vague shadows
Going to the ground;
Touching the feet,
Uneven steps,
Perspiration
On an overcast brow;

It seems to me sometimes,
With our rugged system
Drift in the commotion of everyday ...
What we lay ...
And we lie ...
In the dark.

   Where dirt emerges through the blizzard and snowstorm,
   Where nail under the tongue slave
   Free, trying blindly to the goal,
   They have one destiny!

   And the memory of pulling us back to what is holy,
   Forgotten, burned,
   Brother tries on the shackles of his brother,
   And the bottom meets the bottom.

Together!