#dmitriy vinnichenko

[astorysocursed]

Disenchantment by Ignea

Fire of life was a gift that we put to your legs

You chose to use it for death

We had enough of your worships, we now do not care

May other gods hear your pray

[astorysocursed]

Ignea - Jinnslammer

Worships are done, devoted gun

Is our preacher, tactile sin-eater

In my new country, borders are torn

I, own, a, world

Flame in the weapons, flame in the veins

Ardent and scary, this is my faith

Ashes and smoke, left from a mob

I, own, a, world

Strike a match, let's make it bright

Burn all lanterns at one time, may they wish they were in hell

There's no smoke without a fire

There's no change without being rebel, I tell