SLIVKO - ПО КОМ ЗВОНИТ АДА КОЛОКОЛ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The forces of the dead absorbed my flow. Breathe hard. In ecstasy fuck. Crumped dress falls on the floor. I get out of the trousers dead count, take it in the head. The command calls Hell Bell. The devil is enough for us to dream. We are children of bloody salary. Dirty streets charge the substance of the spokes. If in veins. This is life - hute. I remember, throw it on the garbage. Nymph me spoof, catch a blanket from cramp. Dusk is condensed over us. Crying from ebany bitches. Skotsk seed - nectar for their lips. They were born under the death star to experience hell flour. Hanging dirt from your hands, trim dark thoughts. Dream catcher will share prism. I read the prayer ascet, a piece in the mouth was a hedonist. In the foggy forest, the ghost of the Antichrist into his black sheet fixed your sins. Leave behind your fears. You forgot to the heavens of the demons in the bloody regions. In my dead eyes, read the grappa gradation. Knuti whipped underworld dogs. Called the bell of hell. The world has shrouded the blades. The number of Lucifer turned their fate in the shards of the glass, ridden the rotten bodies, missed them into nasty faces. And never look into the mirror. And never look into the mirror.