Текст песни Лютомысл - Во Тьме

The shadow closed
Darkness accepted.
The flame did not cool
Behind me.
Ahead is only cold.
Behind - only smoke.
Instead of the sun - a hammer.
Spirit - among the peaks

My hands are dirty.
My conscience is clear.
I'm away from the crowd
She is hated by her.
I am far from people.
I'm closer to myself.
It was conceived in the middle of the shadows.
I was born in darkness.

In the darkness!
A beam in darkness.
Blizzard in the spring
I am doomed to create!
In the darkness!
Inside of me!
The concentration of the will!
Morality to pain!
Glue the star!