Во снах (In Dreams)

Lyrics

The devil on my back I feel his breath on my neck He whispers in my ear He thirsts for fear His hunger is insatiable His thirst unquenchable He holds like a nail He is the devil in the detail I hear your voice from hell It swings like a death knell Feel the envy in your hands Hate is your seventh sense He constantly calls my name Because my name means fame His mind is always on the way And doesn't undеrstand anyway He is a snake, the creeping violеnce Injects the poison of silence Immunity has preserved me Saved from blindness and lies I hear your voice from hell It swings like a death knell Feel the envy in your hands Hate is your seventh sense I feel your voice from hell It swings like a death knell Hear the envy in your plans Hate is your seventh sense Now I ride as a warrior To the battlefield of honor I come with storms and hail Victory against the liars in detail Liar I hear your voice from hell It swings like a death knell Feel the envy in your hands Hate is your seventh sense I feel your voice from hell It swings like a death knell Hear the envy in your plans Hate is your seventh sense