Norse Vitki - Ashes to Ashes - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Behold, I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me: and the Lord, whom ye seek, shall suddenly come to his temple, even the messenger of the covenant, whom ye delight in: behold, he shall come, For behold, the day cometh that shall burn as an oven; and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble; and the day that cometh shall burn them up…

Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall dead…