Lyrics Garlic Kings - Тварь из Северной столицы

1. Death, madness and horror,
Three hundred eyes, a huge mouth!
Awoke in the winter cold
A creature from the northern marshes!

Without mercy, indiscriminately
Eats old and young!
From her stinking mouth
Everything flies into hell!

2. Blood, guts, brains everywhere
Leaves behind itself!
She is driving to the club today
Attracted by the crowd!

Wait now she will break in,
Gets your face!
And it will devour all your corpses
The creature from the northern capital ..
A creature from the Northern capital!