Всадники апокалипсиса - Всадники Апокалипсиса - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

before the end of the world “..people will become more cunning than demons”... words will be crushed, people will become deceitful! Everywhere the ears and eyes will be tormented by the lack of seriousness and prayerful depth! darkness and light will mix into gray mud! and infected with the spirit of mockery and self-amusement, people will not be able to live in spirit and truth! and only the second coming can change this situation! and now the Angel of God is already knocking on my door! as usual - in a dream! and awakens the verb: “You must again prophesy among many peoples and tribes... the appointed time is near..” And torn out of centuries-old reverie, I am already looking through the latest newspapers and websites, and I am already stumbling upon this cheerful date when the Earth, following the predictions, will have to experience a kind of quantum leap! which will be accompanied by unprecedented natural disasters! I read that the reboot will last only 24 hours! and the majority of people, each of whom has compacted their own personal “Apocalypse” within themselves, driving everything dark into the subconscious in search of light... during this time, they will have to annihilate into the cosmic black soil! I hear those same four stallions snorting and raging in the heavenly stables - white, red, black, and corpse-pale... and I understand that I have to go! and mercilessly sow death! and drown, as promised, all this human trash in their own blood! and thereby cut out, without anesthesia, that same abscess! and explode the very dead end in which the brains of modern people are stuck! and a wedge, as they say, a wedge! and the Angel of God is already handing me my own book, with the revelation of the end of everything! and as the Lord commanded, I slowly bring it to my mouth... and eat page by page.. word by word! and she is sweet like honey in my mouth! and I am pleased with what I have done.. but I know that there will be bitterness in my belly.. and to bear this bitterness is my cross.. And what will happen next? – asks one of the most impatient – what next? further, as always, there will be a mystery, my dears.. one continuous veil.. ...