Текст песни Wooden Dwellings (Tangorodrim) с переводом

From the depths, from the blackness

Of the hatred eveholes

Bestial feeling has sliped out

This is the crippling angel of barreness

Trails the decrepit corpse

Of the priest, on his hook.

And through the broken sun

In the Hellish chariot,

Come out the clutches of

The soulfreezer

The hook was suspended

In the dungeon of death

The bolt of the timestream was locked,

Angel became the stone…

…The knife-switch of soulfreezer arised

And the sawdust of the bones

Fills the air

With swet on my face

I work up the cracked sholderblade

Unlimited amount of holy priests.

Oh, how many of them

Are expecting their own turn

Laing right in the wooden suits.

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