He comes through the night And is going to be ready to fight His sword will kill every time it is going for his will The death has taken you can see his anger in his face The hate and the fate mixed up because it is far too late
Go assassin, fight assassin Kill assassin, the life assassin
The blood which flows brainless killing for that life will go Metal in your vein is giving them the deadly pain The bloody useless war will make sense And thinking really shot The kill is his will and that's what always has been his drill
Go fight kill assassin Go fight kill assassin Go fight kill assassin Go fight kill assassin
Take a look in his face you'll see power And glory and real hate The eyes which cries make you feel so cold Like freezing ice The real makes you feel like iron, gold And silver steel Lists of priests can't come help Because he is the beast
Советский скрипач занял второе место на зарубежном международном конкурсе и с грустью говорит сопровождающему его музыкальному критику: - Занял бы я первое место, получил бы скрипку Страдивари! - У тебя ведь отличная скрипка. - Ты понимаешь, что такое "Страдивари"? Это для меня то же, что для тебя маузер Дзержинского!
