If you love your love, then love meShe's a *** bitch, I'm in her *** mouthFrom bone fragments, fragments of armorOlder than her, she writes like a pigTeeth broken by the judgeThe scent of cowards will remove them from the corpseRipariak licked the corpse of the slaveRemains in the bags, dust in the pondSmells like some kind of pipeA sledgehammer on the skull, dentsThe eye of the drill, the scream is enoughIt smells like urine in her dressWhere is the evil judge?The dead man is smeared with blood on his lipsIt seems that here you can survive only in LGHere is the cult of gold, eternal ***Here is the cult of gold, eternal ***Here is the cult of gold, eternal ***Here is the cult of gold, eternal ***Here is the cult of gold, eternal ***