This life - Рогатые трупоеды

This life cuts hearts forget about yourself

In crisis of your life like cursed pain minutes

A game without rules dispels and next smashed into fragments

You hear the croak and that’s called life

Stone in my heart deathly cold

Cold like a dagger blade

Cursed frogs croak and croak

And that’s called life

A bleeding red of flesh spread on a table

Life ends with quietest beats and tiniest of droplets

The stone is old and cracked and brown with dust of ages

But still your hear the croak and that was your life

The game is over now

A dead voice ringing in your head

A million croaks around

And that was life