Under the gray sky and black flags ov war
Incredible silence reigns in the frontline
Soon the battlefield will be painted with blood
And the life will leave many bodies
The cold fog hides the division
While the drops ov the rain soaks the pale faces
NO TIME for emotions, NO LIFE for the weak
Keep your weapon and deform into a beast!
As s pack ov wolves attack the prey
The soldier reaches and stabs the enemy
Between shoots, explosions ov grenades and screams
The rain blends with blood and mud
The bullets first, the Panzers crack the skulls
Soldiers falling one by one
While the battlefield is adorned by death
The frontline becomes a dreadful picture made by blood
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai
2010 m. kovo 27 d. 20:46:01
Incredible silence reigns in the frontline
Soon the battlefield will be painted with blood
And the life will leave many bodies
The cold fog hides the division
While the drops ov the rain soaks the pale faces
NO TIME for emotions, NO LIFE for the weak
Keep your weapon and deform into a beast!
As s pack ov wolves attack the prey
The soldier reaches and stabs the enemy
Between shoots, explosions ov grenades and screams
The rain blends with blood and mud
The bullets first, the Panzers crack the skulls
Soldiers falling one by one
While the battlefield is adorned by death
The frontline becomes a dreadful picture made by blood