Текст песни защита древних
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Где-то внутри, и забываешь. где ты
бессмысленная битва, тела во смерть одеты
В чём истиные цели, давай же, дай мне их
зачем мы убиваем, зачем защита древних? We fight, we go, Ubiviaem. For what?
The world is beautiful, it is for us, but we do not see it
Thank, please, tribute, begin to live a dream
in someone else's blood for it, drown head
BACK already late, behind a trail of blood
without a home, even in the heart of the meaning of no return
We can only fight for the dream
What once had buried all the rest on the vine
Someone remembers the pain when it worked
simply denies that anyone ever killed
and his hands so dirty, not even visible skin
Negation helps keep the sword without trembling
We continue to break through the mountain of pain
Though discouraged in adversity, but will not break
Let us through the veins of the desire to fight
Still ahead as long as the heart bёtsya
In it there is no place to fear, the mind intact as before
You are so like, you're a winner or not destiny
Not noticing the blood river from the fragmentation of bodies
Guardian angel if there was a long time ago flew
We fall, and take off every fight all the same
If it's easier, perhaps destined fate
For what many here say she killed
the innocent and no lives to pollution
all for the sake of victory, deceit, malice, false
Only as a team, all together we are strong, steel
What was our life, not just a battle for us
Purpose . there is every hero
They remain in captivity all who have tasted for a moment
This is the curse of heaven, inexhaustible forces
I pleaded, begged, and yet this light is not nice
Without the rage in his eyes, as you once lived
When someone loved he can be worshiped
in my dreams, in my dreams floated between clouds
Do you believe in the light, but never managed to reach
Now you cold in your chest as the Lich King himself
I would like to stop and put things back
but utyaryal time long, long ago forgot about the treasure
tears were dry on the darkened Chapter azah
petrified in the hands of the ashes of the dead in battle
Everything has sunk into oblivion in a hand laid the sword
It has long been rotten soul, lopping off the head from the shoulders
And again and again plunging into the abyss of war
Warriors forget a good gods Next
Somewhere inside, and you forget where you are .
senseless battle, the body dressed in death
What is the true purpose, come on, give me their
why should we kill, why protection of ancient?
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