A twilight, a cold wind I swallow the air - the court of the crucified will come true Anew i wander, Bleeding i will rescue myself
Road fires shine, Take me, we are going one way The quiet voice has whispered To the southwest quarter
All has dared Now no one, Cannot help with nothing With nothing!
Making self-court She decided to revenge For the mockeries 15 years later
All salon is in blood
Forward forward! But there is no place to run Surrounded End of the game!
All that you will tell will be used against you in court Dried on wrists Has held down the steel Justice will come true Everything will be rendered with its full
