Охота английский

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Silver bullets, steel grip,

On the faces turned gray, the mark of revenge,

We march in a dense crowd, muttering curses,

Aspen stakes jutting out from behind our shoulders.



The purple sunset has faded, we’ve turned by the river,

The doors to the vampire’s castles are tightly shut,

And there was no sorrow today to mourn,

To drive aspen stakes into their hearts.



Hunting, shiver, adrenaline,

Blood rushes through the veins,

Instinct pulsates in the temples,

Murder once and again!



But just as the candles light up in the changeable sunset,

The vampire stretches his shoulders, and will be glad to meet,

The tops bow to the wind, and the unclean reigns,

Depriving the last of speech who has fled.




And tomorrow morning early, turned back,

The aspen stakes will wait for the vampires,

The last of the fugitives will take his place,

Clutching a bottle of holy water under his coat.



Hunting, shiver, adrenaline,

Blood rushes through the veins,

Instinct pulsates in the temples,

Murder once and again!


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