Текст песни Lirikostaz - Время тиранов

Around the destroyed villages, burned forests everywhere,
People equate to the collection and survivors already weak
To fight back, and now everything is a tribute to his feet
Gather from the ruins of their former cities.
For thousands of years there is a war.
Weak Troll King concealed gangs.
Thousands carved for
Destroy the opposition and attacks on the crown.
King Timur under Trigan-D all the time catches Tripa,
Brad was already fed up and there is much gold in the treasury.
It's time to execute our monarch, but there are no forces already fighting
And help us to be able to only an army of Halki.
Residents and resigned as the rat burrows
They sit in destroyed houses waiting for when the new
It will be necessary for the needs of the king's tribute
And you have to give all that amassed and wait.
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The world dies in the grip of a tyrant without a brain
He's a monster. Invincible.
The world is waiting for someone challenge him throw
And kill. It will be a new life.
The world dies in the grip of a tyrant without a brain
The world is waiting, when someone throws a call ...
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Quiet morning, a scarlet dawn hiding,
In the streets of the city silently walked wanderer.
In a shabby skin extinct tigers
He looked like a native of another world.
He looked into the tavern, a brothel and quietly sat down in a hostel
He did not have problems here, but not everything is simple and at the door
I wandered in person, surrounded by trolls,
The king of this city began to demand debt.
& quot; What you pay? & quot; - King said the tramp.
& quot; For out of town & quot; - The answer was brief.
In response, the king received a bag of gold
And only managed to catch the glint on the sword.
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The world got what he wanted, the King is no more.
He was not a monster.
The world wanted to reward the tramp, but the track
It has long been cold.
This is the first town on the way to the tyrant,
Still a lot of goals from his sword, fly off.