The era is coming, the era of Lucifer,
|
Cold darkness ahead.
|
Faith is a measure, the rest is sulfur,
|
The rest is pestilence and plague.
|
Nerves are on edge, thoughts are impoverished,
|
Other people's words in my head
|
No love in a brothel, no soul in a model
|
And hope is barely alive.
|
The orbits are torn into patches,
|
Stomachs stuffed to the bone
|
Neophytes lay down on crosses,
|
Only, only, only not you.
|
Stay behind the line, it's a hard choice
|
If you are alone, and everyone is behind her for a long time,
|
Stay behind the line, unbending and holy,
|
And do not be afraid of iron or stones.
|
Flesh robots on autopilot
|
Rushing about in an empty bustle.
|
Joy banknote, hunger in every note,
|
Even the songs are not the same.
|
As always, on the stage are the faces of gray geniuses,
|
The world around is an ominous mirage,
|
Coming out of the shadows to fight in the arena -
|
This is no longer our method.
|
The orbits are torn into patches,
|
Stomachs stuffed to the point of nausea
|
Neophytes lay down on crosses,
|
Only, only, only not you.
|
Stay behind the line, this is not an easy choice,
|
If you are alone, and everyone is behind her for a long time
|
Stay behind the line, unbending and holy,
|
And don't be afraid of iron or stones
|
Stay behind the line, this is not an easy choice,
|
If you are alone...
|
Stay behind the line, this is not an easy choice,
|
If you are alone, and everyone is behind her for a long time
|
Stay behind the line, unbending and holy,
|
And do not be afraid of iron or stones. |