Текст песни Гарри Топор - Чернокнижник

You called me the title of Faust
The son of Adam, the face of Nostradamus
But to rot in the subterranean ditches forced
I guess it's time to behead you.

In the prisms of reality through the looking glass
Called for Magic I Renounce
Black battle you do not pass by
I must comprehend all the secrets of the world

Will entail vengeance of suffering
Pages will put questions flipping through
And the old dust will fly away fading
Over the shadow of the prophet, behind the rear of me

I will throw off the crown, lord of this darkness
Squeezing mansion in a decisive moment
I will break out on the ground where dampness and ice
Squeezing in the palms nasty binding
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Wanderer, but locked, closed, but free
I gave my life for torment and pain
Attila no one, Khomeini child
Ruler only me. There is no other
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In the crimson river, I will come in the new moon
The planet died and chalit in darkness
But any man knows arrogant
What the warlock is to and wine

Skillful connoisseur, I am evil spells
Word of mouth gave me a spell
Read, learned, I potions, rites
and absorbed in days

I put the ring on the porcelain table
Do not interfere with revenge me no one
Though call witchcraft, il scream occult
Absolute evil, I do not like

Locust clouds, millions of diseases
The magician spawned, what would the world cripple
I will overturn the raincoat, and my eyes will light
Curse of the living, green planet
turning your sphere into ruins and ashes