Keepers of Death - Гал Ворбак - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The system is deployed, the fighters go on the attack, the blood-red armor is cracking. I feel how he moves in darkness; Growls inside me. I have never seen his eyes, although I know him like no other. My hand creates bloody canvases when it changes with me in places. Ereb believes the gods blessed us, I carry their embodiment in myself. When the hooves are broken off my legs, and the demon with the howl takes the top in me. I know that I am cursed, not chose, I could endure shame and flour. Everything for you, Aurelian is my idol, my true golden god ... I feel how he goes through the skin, tearing me from the inside. The smell of blood disturbed him and - may the massacre begin! Spitting with black foam, bathing in the blood, under the cries of victims, tormenting. We are torn into battle, I and my brothers: \ "Bi Grybak - We are the elite of the Legion! \"