На Выжженной Земле - На Выжженной Земле - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No and there was no place that we would call our home. Everything is forgotten, satisfied, sold. Black death flashed wing. All hungry longing is logodo - from what will we become light? In the country of steppes and forests on the throne, the king is still looking for the victims of the cold history of the altar. Still the wind poverty drives the souls in prison and graves. In prisons and graves .. put millions, moving away to the pitch darkness. One death alone, only ashes on the scorched land.