Death (Смерть) 歌词

Smert' porozhdayet bol'! Nashi zhelaniya palach i novyy bog Net sudey, no strakh prikazal drozhat'! Boites' Umeret'? My uzhe davno mertvy! MY DAVNO MERTVY! Parazity vsey zemli. My nesem iskazhennoye ponyatiye, slovno ideal dlya vsego! Nenavist' kupayas' v ney my medlenno gniyem! Vremya net! Eto lozh'! Iskazhaya zamysel istina budet na sud'yey! Iskusheniye razrushayet tvoyu volyu! Podavlyayet cheloveka. Umirayet vso. Ideologiya o boge, razzhigayet nenavist' na voyne. BOGA NET! Ty tot kto ubil v sebe yego! Ty tot kto seyali v sebe zlo! Ty tot kto sudil i byl zhertvoy! Vremya net, net tebya. Paradoks ustranyayet neizbezhnost' ot nakazaniya, lish' sledstviye tebe sud'ya, oshibochnyy smysl bytiya razvivayet v nas strakh. Boga net, zdes' yest' lish' smert' Boga net, zdes' yest' lish' smert' Zdes' yest' smert'