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Primordial - The Black Hundred - текст песни, видео

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Лучшая metal-группа Петербурга

The Black Hundred

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Авторы музыки: Ciáran MacUiliam, Primordial
Авторы текста: A.A. Nemtheanga
Here there is no god he is ground to dust
 In the death machine of industry
 The iron hearse sent on bitter tracks to the Gulag
 Suffering forged between the hammer and sickle
 The sorrow of men's hearts is a broken people
 Nations at the gallows pray for mercy killing
 Men of the cloth stand in stretch necked defiance
 Famines fist sounds the death knell
 The people's utopia moulds an industrial horizon
 Rusted Vostok in the lap of the Gods 

"I want to burn, give me the funeral pyre
 Long was life, but my life's waking short
 The highest of my father's sacraments
 To climb towards heaven on a towering flame
 And scream out the injustice by which
 My nation with fiery iron was beset and slaughtered" 
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