Ария - Обман

Forget about thirst, the jackal at the dawn
Watch from the mount
How in the distance horsemen ride.
This blackest day was cursed, Lord of the Globe is gone.
Both young and old
Can't hold back tears, they yelled and cried.

He was a kindly emperor
Alike the moon, alike the sun.
His widow is an Empire.
And now it's done...


He's buried in the void, in coffin with jade stones.
The steppe so dry
And jackal dream about a prey.
One thousand knights destroyed the pathway to his bones.
That human's cry
Cannot wake him up where he lay.

The jackal bark it loud
That it descendant of King's place.
The same fangs, greed and proud,
And the same race.


This is all a hoax that he was a best king in the world.
This is all a lie 'cause he reigned with the fire and sword.
This is all a trick I'm your king, the one person from birth.
Men like a beasts, who have strength to take over the Earth.
Lie about lord!


The  jackal will be cursed by clergymen and priests,
Then spear was thrown
And hit the traitor on the fly.
The saint king must be first and no one howling beast
Can overthrow
His royal greatness from the sky.

And king's son laugh out loud,
He kept in soul the jackal face.
The same fangs, greed and proud,
And the same race.


This is all a hoax that he was a best king in the world.
This is all a lie 'cause he reigned with the fire and sword.
This is all a trick I'm your king, the one person from birth.
Men like a beasts, who have strength to take over the Earth.
Lie about lord!


Wind is dweller of old steppe zone,
It still don't forget that hoarse moan…


This is all a hoax that he was the best king in the world.
This is all a lie 'cause he reigned with the fire and sword.
This is all a trick I'm your king, the one person from birth.
Men like a beasts, who have strength to take over the Earth.
Lie about lord!