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Tulák, kráča sám
jantárom splatená smrť
krvavý šarlát zafarbil dlaň

Chudák, hľadá chrám
myseľ plní sa zlom
korene súcitu nerastú v ňom

Zahmlená myseľ, myšlienok dav
víri a plynie, on nedá mu spať
na úkor iných, pocity viny
okovy osudu škrtia mu hlas

Prostá je cesta, zakrátko utíši
Starosti, túžby, po večnosti hlad
krvavé výčitky, pocity neznáme
pozná len chlad, pozná len...

Na život iných si trúfa
Nenávisť zaplní prázdno
písmom vedený vrah

V svetle sviece dúfa
Krvavá stopa na zemi
jeho činy menia sa v prach

Tulák, kráča sám
Krvou a ohňom krst
Zmorený bojom, ošklbaná srsť

Chudák, hľadá chrám,
Premení dobro na zlo
Tam pravdu diktuje falošný kráľ

Zahmlená myseľ, myšlienok dav
víri a plynie, on nedá mu spať
na úkor iných, pocity viny
okovy osudu škrtia mu hlas

Prostá je cesta, zakrátko utíši
Starosti, túžby, po večnosti hlad
krvavé výčitky, pocity neznáme
pozná len chlad, pozná len...

Chlad!

Ukrytá spása v krvi
Otrokom svojho svedomia
Krvavá stopa na zemi
Zmámený ilúziou, púšťa sa do boja

Praľahká cesta krvi
Lemujú sviece, niet sa kam odchýliť
Najvyšším vy ste vyvolení
Tieseň, čo núti ťa inakosť odsúdiť

Na život iných si trúfa,
Nenávisť vedie ho na dno
písmom vedený vrah

V svetle sviece dúfa
Krvavá stopa na zemi
jeho činy menia sa v prach

Svedomie prehnité
sebaklam zahodil, nestráca čas

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---ENG---The Road of Blood----

The wanderer walks alone
Death paid for by amber
crimson paints his hand

Hapless, searching for a house of worship
His mind fills with malice
No roots of compassion to be found

Foggy mind, ideas flock
they whirl and flow, stealing his sleep
Feelings of guilt
Shackles of fate strangle his voice

Clear is the road ahead,
It will quickly silence worries, desires and eventually hunger alike
Bloody regrets, feelings unknown
He knows only cold, he knows only...

He dares to touch the life of others
Hatred fills the void
A murderer lead by the holy script

In the light of candle he hopes
A bloody trail on the ground
His deeds turn to dust

The wanderer walks alone
Baptised by fire and blood
Ravaged by strife, ragged fur on his back

Hapless, searching for a house of worship
Turning goodwill to malice
Where a false king dictates the 'truth'

Foggy mind, ideas flock
they whirl and flow, stealing his sleep
Feelings of guilt
Shackles of fate strangle his voice

Clear is the road ahead,
It will quickly silence worries, desires and eventually hunger alike
Bloody regrets, feelings unknown
He knows only cold, he knows only…

Cold!

Salvation is hidden in blood
A slave of his own conscience
A bloody trail on the ground
Deceived by an illusion, he hoes to fight

The simple road of blood
Flanked by candles, nowhere to stray
Chosen by the Lord
Forced by insecurity to shun the unknown

He dares to touch the life of others
Hatred fills the void
murderer lead by the holy script

In the light of candle he hopes
Bloody trail on the ground
His deeds turn to dust

Conscience rotten
Delusions are gone
He wastes no time

Twist the code, morality inverts
Blindly follow as all the converts