Текст песни Vik Riff - Предчувствие беды

When cooled ashes
In the hearth warm days ,
And the ghosts in the old crypt
It arises out of the shadows .
When will blow the candles
breath ice
Winter, it became eternal -
For her there is no spring.

When the heart hardens
The sense of foreboding
And the blood from his face hath ebbed
With the coming of darkness .
When mute wall
Drown out the cry of the soul ,
despair treason
Madness afraid .

My words are predicting the darkness ,
His fate itself I predicted
Vkradёtsya whispering doubts into silence ,
Step -by-step over the precipice I lose my mind ...