Текст песни POSTMORTEM (RUSSIAN) - Bitter Tears
POSTMORTEM (RUSSIAN) - Bitter Tears слова песни
Текст песни POSTMORTEM (RUSSIAN) - Bitter Tears
The bloody wrathful moonStares down upon the earthFrom behind the dark cloudsThe moon's ray - the sky's curseInvades the templeChristian flock subjected to lies( )Insulted the land of our fathersBy destruction of the sacred places we hold dearBut we will not surrender that landWhere our ancestors once dweltAnd our sword of war was raisedThe battle is our deal of honourAnd what of the rusting swordsRusting in rotten blood spilt from the popesOur smiths will forgeNew swords from pain and evilAnd let wounds bleedFire burn and hearts breakBitter tears will wash wounds clean