Текст песни Thornsectide - Кнут

Words Weave twist in the whip,
To whip. Again and again.
To punish us all for fornication.
But we do not know something else ...

Guilty if the thief that he wanted to have?
Whether the killer is to blame for the thirst of vengeance?
Thoughts grehonvnyh whether the weight is heavy?
How many lashes should redeem them?

Chorus:
I see the whip, but I do not see his hands.
What keeps him, forcing tremble.
No executioner. But footsteps
Get a run. Fled in terror.

I hear the whip, but I do not see - someone
Kara is reveling in suffering.
The rod - a crown, the crown of all,
What we call with love & quot; & quot ;. scientists

The moral of the wretched masses - a metal rod.
To break a bone of Dissent
For the fact that they will die young.
For the fact that on them no more power.

Do wanderer blame - it is not at home?
And suicide - making your choice?
& Quot; Guilty! All & quot!; Pathetic answer ...
Whip my heart was replaced in the lump.