Текст песни Demons Of Guillotine - Воздух-земля

Cut by a smoky trail
Midnight sky
The mainland floats under the wing
And leads straight to the target
Laughing pilot
Death-Storm Trooper
Shaking with a measured shiver
Pointed fuselage
On the bodies of the rockets - a matte sheen
The target is locked in the scope,
Attacks the crew
Board number 666!
Let the ocean bury in itself
All that remains after the launch of the missiles
Sacrifice you, Leviathan,
Mountains of ruins - Vatican!
Air to earth!
Flurry of fire!
Night is like day!
Demons take revenge!