Arkanum Krieg - Газовая камера - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A large room ... tiles and concrete, blind lighting, frozen in the walls of a groan. Rusting pipes, subside stomp of legs. Here is the aroma of mixtura, invisible caustic Smok. Scratches on the walls, and tears on the floor ... bitten veins and exhale into silence, which, clinging, crawls through the nets of pipes, filled with all this, eating hearts of a knock. The face, like others, only narrowed the fear of pupils. As if alive, not dead. The agony died out: strangled for a moment, creating a mask from the poison for the deadly alive. The clock will pass, and again the clatter of the legs will be heard, and the whisper of conversations, and the heart is a knock, and a sigh. Everything will happen again - and a scream, and silence, frightened faces ... and a veil of a veil.