As The Vultures Circle
- Slaughter To Prevail (2015)You are listening to the song As The Vultures Circle by Slaughter To Prevail, writer by Alex The Terrible in album Chapters Of Misery (EP). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
Vso v mire lyudey sovershayetsya tol'ko radi togo, chtoby chelovek obrel oslepitel'noye, bessmyslennoye velichiye bezgranichnogo zabluzhdeniya
Volya slaba, gniyushchiye protsessy zapolnyayut tem soznaniya, chto budet zdes' gospodstvovat' to strashnoye yavleniye, v kotoroye rodilsya chelovek i ne byl im
Ne zabud', chto nash vsekh zhdet lish' smert'
Eto zhizn', podgotovka k ney s samogo rozhdeniya, probuzhdeniya svoyego ya - eto bred ozhidaniya v vide prikhodyashchego sobytiya
Ya yest' to, chto neizvestnoye chelovecheskomu razumu slepomu
Ya yest' to, chto bylo beskonechno vnutri i vo vne
Ya yest' to, chto budet beskonechno pri svete i t'me.
All we got is hate
All we can feel is hate
All we got is hate
All we can feel is hate.
My - smert', da
My - bezumiye, bol'
My - negativ
My - stradaniye
My - otchayaniye
Net spasen'ya tem, kto smog ubit' v sebe nachalo cheloveka, ubit' v sebe khozyaina.
Bluzhdaya po vselennoy my snosim vso na svoyem puti
Svyatoye umirayet, pogibayet vso zhivoye, no ne my
Vso v mire lyudey sovershayetsya tol'ko radi togo, chtoby chelovek obrel bessmyslennoye velichiye bezgranichnogo zabluzhdeniya.
Red sun burns
Humanity is looking for the truth in war
Death reigns over everyone
We are so fucking blind to see the apocalypse
We insane.
Red sun burns
Humanity is looking for the truth in war
Death reigns over everyone
We are so fucking blind to see the apocalypse
We insane.
Vsya planeta diko krichit ot nas, ustala nas nosit', kak mat' ditya vsegda nakazyvat'
Smysla net vospityvat', ved' cheloveka nuzhno kaznit'
Pridya k bogu on s litsa snimayet masku, a za ney - zver'.
Vsya planeta diko krichit ot nas, ustala nas nosit', kak mat' ditya vsegda nakazyvat'
Smysla net vospityvat', ved' cheloveka nuzhno unichtozhit'.
My - beskonechnyy, chornyy mrak tot, kotoryy neset smert'
Plodim yeyo, kak parazit
Beskonechnyy, chernyy mrak tot, kotoryy nesot bol'.
As the vultures circle.
My rastoptali sebya v gryazi bezgranichnogo gneva, lzhi, predatel'stve i pokhoti
My - predateli samikh sebya.
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