In the valley, where the wind snowflakes turns
And the cold became a band separating life and death
And there a scarlet flower grew up in the village
And now there is no stranger in the world ,than God, desired a mortal
He would have given that girl the whole world.
And she knew, but immediately everything he gave died
Rejected every time — if you haven't seen it, then trust me:
And there is nothing sadder in the world than the God of Death suddenly falling in love
And he waited, as if in a fit
After reading that sincerity wins in love
And even death has no power over the heart
There is a pogrom in his chest, and in order to open his soul, he immediately tore off the mask
And then it got nasty inside
Looking into his face, she knew the horror of the essence of death itself
Longing and pain, and she would immediately be squeezed by them like a vice
Withering, she falls off with withered petals
And it seemed as if the world had stopped ,
But he woke up realizing what he had done.
Hiding his face and starting to blame himself reproachfully out of rage,
And then immediately, into madness, deny it.
And not to understand, besides.
Trying to justify himself, or his immense horror
And to express it, he couldn't find the words
Looking at himself in the mirror, he immediately went crazy
And devoured the whole world !
Bringing everyone to tears , troubles.
The gods are blind, and there are not even stars in the sky
They went out like an extinguished candle
For the god of death, who accidentally fell in love with a mortal
Broken carriages
Princesses are going downhill to the edge of the world
And dragging along the cooled earth's surface
There is nothing sadder than a loving God of Death
And Bringing everyone to tears , troubles.
The gods are blind, and there are not even stars in the sky
They went out like an extinguished candle
For the god of death, who accidentally fell in love with a mortal
And in an empty shower, creaking doors,
This sadness, from desperate longing, in the heart -
You can't kill, even by piercing with a fragment of a mirror.
But how can the god of death live, who has fallen in love with a mortal?
The received parchment, with one sad news.
Clutching with trembling hands that she was dead
And there was no way to fix it, and hatred was maturing in him,
Only her chosen one found out about everything.
And he returned from a distant land - immediately
Banging the glass, he poured, all around , a long-drawn howl,
Аж было страшно,
It was already scary,
But it's also insanely hard, and it can't go on like this -
If you don't love anymore, then you're ordered to destroy it!
Having long forgotten about forgiveness
And not understanding the motives of God and spitting on the essence of things,
And obsessed with revenge,
And so getting rid of fear, and in general
From the remaining sensations,
And face to face did not flinch, seeing the emptiness, the hero,
It turns out that in his face there is the same longing and pain,
That's why he stood up in battle,
depriving the God of Death of his life,
And deprivinged death of the last meaning in life.
And forget about everything forever -
He decided to look into his emptiness
Hoping to drive the hated shell crazy,
But what he saw only cracked the mirror into pieces.
And without understanding , besides,
How would fit all him immense horror inside,
That in a simple person is cramped
And having put on the mask of the God of Death, he will now take his place,
To love.
