М8Л8ТХ - Междутема 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I breathe on the last October evening, the gloomy blue of the cold sky through the fallen leaves of my dreams... The burnt sunset froze the blood on the blade of the horizon and in my dead heart like the lifeless breath of frozen earth. A strange twilight chills the veins of those who tread these paths, over our old bones.

We came from the direction of sunset... On the tank armor of combat vehicles, forged boots of a new era, under the steel wings of brave men flying towards the rising Sun towards the great dream of victory.

We dreamed about a lot. We did a lot! Devoting his entire life to the embodiment of the ideals of the Solar Superman. Security Squads, Ancestral Heritage Institutes, a brutal war machine. The Einherjar army of the new era for the sake of the old faith. Rituals of pure blood in the castles of Death and steel runes on black canvas - all this will forever remain in our souls. Those who hear my voice from the burial mounds of World War II...