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Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
(Thankfully, no one knows what happened with Anette, or I would be bombarded with slippers)))

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
by Mayhem(Dead on vocals)
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Everything here is so cold
Everything here is so dark
I remember it as from a dream
In the corner of this time
Diabolic Shapes float by
Out from the dark
I remember it was here I died
By following the freezing moon
It's night again, night you beautiful
I please my hunger on living humans
Night of hunger, follow it's call
Follow the freezing moon
Darkness is growing, the eternity opens
The cemetary lights up again
As in ancient times
Fallen souls, die behind my steps
by following the freezing moon
Shadows on the snow – footprints of souls
Don’t make plans for the future, who will outlive whom
If God is with us, He will avert trouble
It’s not easy to lie in the ground
Just to know – for whom
Upward, to the cloud-high distances
To the land of unconquered heights
Where everything began
The platoon marches eastward
To the land of unconquered heights
In war, as in war, another’s life is not valued
A white shroud is thrown down to us from the peaks
Fire has decimated us by a third, the echo multiplies the word “death”
But there is no doubt for those who are still alive!
The mouth is scorched by a cry
We don’t abandon our own!
Upward, to the cloud-high distances
To the land of unconquered heights
Where everything began
The platoon marches eastward
To the land of unconquered heights
Crimson color is spilled across the hills by a hasty hand
And a crane formation flies, calling us after it
It’s not easy to lie in the ground
Just to know – for whom
And again...
Upward, to the cloud-high distances
To the land of unconquered heights
Where everything began
The platoon marches eastward
To the land of unconquered heights
