pyrokinesis - Этой музе нужны мученики - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hundreds of chords, thousands of ideas with millions of words.

The trembling organs of feelings and a lamp ... from neon clouds.

For hell, we simply didn't know the generation, we just did not know that I didn't know what to tell our children, and the black rose is a corn eye and.

The sky did not conquer, and with pain in the chest ORE | Ave Maria |. And it's hot for us, because we burn this life as if damned Jeann d'Ark.

Over only the evil, pulling the petals of the bullet rose empire.

There is back, you laid and the road, all were fought ships without lighthouses about the rocks. But. Fucking the rage animal, we wish only indifferently break the winds.

And how the framework collapses, you will bring me to the grave, well, at least a couple of red.

And we will not conquer this sky. Do not send ships to the planets. And all this does not take creativity, we learned only that this mound needs martyrs.