OGMA - Безумный дьявол (video clip)

THE MAD DEVIL Hot wind... wind of dead rocks Dries the tears, wounds the soul. Again evening, again despair Waiting for a miracle. The sunset Fire is like a wild howl from hell. The Mad Devil, Someone’s idol and graven image, I left my mark, The trail is as bloody as a vampire, Spawning Monsters, Causing torment to all the saints! No return to the world of magical dreams, To the sleepy Dogmas of eternal tomorrow - Only the twilight of hopeless lies And wilted roses ... Not for long The land of the Cherubim of the Night!