Not flock of ravens flew together
On piles of decaying bones
At night at circle of fire

Some killers gathered
How many clothes and faces
From churches and prisons

They gathered for great war

Here is one aim for all of them

They live without power and laws
Between them man, who fugitive
From coast of island of death

He brought a pain and misery
You can hear it.


Danger, blood, depravity, fraud is-
Ties essence of terrible family
With cold soul, He

Went through all degrees of evil
He slaughtered
Widow with small child

He don't forgive, he don't regret
Whom make murder happy?
Answer me!