Тургор - Молитвы Цветам - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Amber amusing, wild, a storm of riot of riot, crushing bones, choking in laughter, ragging a tornado - open up to the asking for your condescension! To the good will of the one who asks you - delve into. Blood is added to the blood, the defendant of the commandments is to be delayed. Destroying his thoughts, his bones - subside. Saturating my thirst, obsessed, baking it under him - plunge!

The azure is formidable, acting like a copper, bringing death, dissecting a scourge, punishing a sword - open thirsty for your patronage! Spending like copper, penetrating, like a sword carrying death - to me, listening to you - heed. My enemy is in the depths of pain, into the abyss of suffering - drive. Causing him torment, revealing him from the inside - hesitation. When he calls you, he wishes to find you - silent!

Purpur Yarrotny, causing wounds, the color of punishers and prophets, the banner of the righteous, scarlet blood - give the authorities to your swearing messenger! About me, who has become your right messenger - remember. Smaching my sword, destroying my blow - fill. Blood and nerve from my enemy lived - expel. Direct the tip of my blade, your goal - to achieve!

The greens are viscous, viscous, like a resin, enveloping cover, an impenetrable shield, an emerald that equals the bowls of all sorts of weights - fill the warrior with its heavy force! I, a punishing hammer for raising me - listen. The idea of a disobedient who dared to resist - confuse. His rebellious soul - rebellious, distraught - destroy!

The silver is cold -blooded, a strong ridge, the container of all kinds of wealth, the patron saint of the tightening - strengthen your minister! To the one who feels him listens, obeys blindly - will answer. The skin of the one who knows how to store, verification, ligaments and his muscles are attached. His heart, facing the lymph of all kinds of flowers - warms. Wenter of all kinds of flowers, suicide, daring to spend, with pain torture - to subject!

The lilac is clean, the flesh of the riddles playing, the refuge of the strange - respond to my call, help punish the rebellious! In the battle with the enemy unknown, crafty, unknown - help me. With deceit and cunning, he has fallen over my truth to defeat - it will die. Watching me, who wanted to find my weakness, will blind. His color will disappear, his hammer will fall, his voice will fall silent!