шнуROCK - 4-3. "Funeral" (На горе , 2015) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• шнуROCK
• 4-3. "Funeral" (На горе , 2015)

"Funeral"
текст и музыка - ВАм

Lately , I hatiet ,
And beaten , as soon as you see ,
They would be glad of my death ,
It is their dream , in this world.

Sounds sinister diabolical laughter ,
Not to stop them all.
And someday , dark night ,
They'll tear me to shreds.

The dim light of the sun , will not save me ,
All true , I will die.
People. No worse.
Sin. And go back home.

People do not pray to the Gods ,
Death threatens us all.
They will destroy all the saints ,
And no one can defeat them.

We will all perish at their nands ,
Shall not endure , us , evil torment ,
We will ling to die ,
They mana ged us to break.

Anyone help me? I don't know.
I die alone.
At my funeral , no one will come ,
Because , each of them will die.

The funeral!!!!!!