The Seller of Death

Лестат Лионкур
Twilight but he's in black glasses
Standing in the dark corner.
Goes past gloomy faces
Pushing each other.
He found a young boy
Takes out from pocket cocaine,
Heroin and other toys.
New sacrifice is ready again.

He lies,he is the Seller of Death
He places traps for you
He takes away life and gives death
Quietly in corner mocks at you
The Seller of Death.

He promises you sweet life
But you should run away.
Run till you yet alive
Happiness-instant,it quickly goes away
But you should go faster.
At you all will be well
Till your mind is denying
Everything that promises a hell.

Life in exchange for sufferings
Its the Seller of Death.

He lies,he is the Seller of Death
He places traps for you.
He takes away life and gives death
Quietly in corner mocks at you
The Seller of Death.