Текст песни Ritual Front - День Господ

When he ascended to the throne
The country was not caught by the darkness
From the heavens did not spill blinding light
And the world did not go crazy
Only his eyes
From under the veiled eyelids
They said that the one sitting on the throne
Almost-not a man
He is half an ax
Half shout
At the bottom of the pupils a flame was born
Bonfire of seditious books
Mastery of the art of lords
Alchemy of Dead Bodies
Tyrant will turn a green forest
In the dawn, for which the execution
The Ruined Third Rome
Left in the darkness of the people
There will be no more signs from heaven
Our age is the day of the Lord