Crematoria

This is a luxury - do not go against your conscience, Only a few are allowed. Most often the heroes of the story are Plebeians, not patricians. Who has seen sin and is approaching - Attractive with his soul. Trimatisya power principles I won’t accept everyone. In the ranks of the nameless majority It's easier to lose your head. Not so - in a duel with a sub-list, Under the hail of lead and tin. They wrote to us in court in the zadroshche And they spat on the rot. You can bet the truth in check, That one is not in the program. The hours have changed and they are ringing, Katya was treated as "something". There is no longer poverty in the squares, Chuckle with dark hearts. With swords, crosses, fires Sprinkled with our history... Today the “infidels” are being burned Pekelnyh hearts of the crematorium.