Standing so close to the edge pumping more until they burst
The only thing not being done is getting these bridges burned
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
With your gums oiled and greased and your biggest smile in place
Your role is that one of a priest to convert them all with haste
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
Another lie to calm things down
Storming – the winds of hate
Hating – all that you create
"Штормовой Щит"
Стоя так близко от края,
Нагнетаем все больше, пока они не рванут.
Единственная вещь, которую не сделали
Не сожгли эти мосты.
Все еще сеем семена ненависти,
Отлично всходящие в слабых.
А пока готовимся к террору,
Который начнется вот, вот.
С твоей лживой хмельной болтовней
И величайшей улыбкой на свете,
Твоя роль – роль проповедника,
Чтобы спешно переубедить их.
Все еще сеем семена ненависти,
Отлично всходящие в слабых.
А пока готовимся к террору,
Который начнется вот, вот.
Новая ложь, чтобы все успокоить.
Штормит – ветры ненависти.
Ненавидеть – все, что ты создал.
Standing so close to the edge pumping more until they burst
The only thing not being done is getting these bridges burned
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
With your gums oiled and greased and your biggest smile in place
Your role is that one of a priest to convert them all with haste
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
Another lie to calm things down
Storming - the winds of hate
Hating - all that you create
"Storm Shield"
Standing so close to the edge
We pump more and more until they explode.
The only thing that did not
Do not burn these bridges.
Still sowing the seeds of hate
Excellent germination in the weak.
In the meantime, preparing for terror,
Which will begin here, here.
With your lying drunken chatter
And the greatest smile in the world
Your role is that of a preacher
To hastily convince them.
Still sowing the seeds of hate
Excellent germination in the weak.
In the meantime, preparing for terror,
Which will begin here, here.
A new lie to calm everything.
Storm - the winds of hatred.
Hating is all that you have created.
