Текст песни Grey Heaven Fall - Проклятие Памяти

Dropped from the royal throne of the tyrant,
Ashes and sorrow has left the world,
Blood will wash out of a thousand wounds
Spears, rose to the sky purple.

Masks posthumous cold granite
It will be split and thrown at his feet,
Time left with grave slabs
Time will erase the funeral palaces.

Disrupt the skin flaps vzmetnuv
mantle wind lashed out at the shoulders,
In sharp gust seal of silence
On opening the lips, skin ice cripple.

Firebolt crimson pass over the face,
Mournful illuminating the darkness of the catacombs:
Will tiara crown of thorns,
Blood on zavapshie cheeks dropping.

With pale frescoes looking into the void
Will orbit Duck wearily;
Down showering, light on-the-fly,
The old paint dust will settle sleepily.

Heart torn cold lump,
Eternity in his hands, like a handful of coins,
For an infinitely your damn dream:
Were you at once - you are no more!