Текст песни М.Р.Ф. - Молох

Over the world, asleep carelessly,
Towering the shadow of an ominous
A giant raised from a stone
Terrible idol with a beastly grin

His empty eye sockets are watching
Behind our dreams

Raising the blood washed palms
His priests conduct their ceremonies,
Its cruel rites and processions,
Preparing new innocent victims

For the sake of a terrible god,
Whose name is Moloch

I hear the hellish rumble of tamtams
I hear the buzz of ritual singing
Flame rises to the stars
Above the stars - mountains of black ash

His stone hands are drawn
To us over the abyss

Forgetting yesterday’s losses
We create, grow, build and believe
Peace comes to the tired land
Only he never sleeps

He is always on guard, -
Bloody ruthless moloch