| (Enemy whirlwinds are flying over our heads)
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| (Dark forces are oppressing us)
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| (In the battle that we were destined for)
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| (Unknown fates are awaiting us)
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| Inside my bleeding eyes
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| Life inside of me, life around my eyes
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| Been called to my redemption, wanna talk 'bout it with you
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| I can’t remember the atrocities of these years
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| 'Cause all these bloody hopes live surrounded by lies…
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| (To a bloody battle)
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| In our sense of dying, take these words of mine
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| Before it’s too late, take these words of mine
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| Life for life, gonna scream it everywhere
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| Burning hate, this false world is upon me
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| Step by step I’ve seen the ages die
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| Anger for them preachers flaming inside
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| (To a bloody battle)
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| In our sense of dying, take these words of mine
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| Before it’s too late, take these words of mine
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| My bloody visions weep in this down fall
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| Hear my cry, I know your difference
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| I know you’re leery 'bout my words I’m throwing from within
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| But open, please, open your heart
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| If you live in fear… how could new hopes spring?
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| The enemy is sly, will flee before our sacrifice
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| Open yourself, believe in my cry, before it’s too late
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| Life inside of me, life around my eyes
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| Been called to my redemption, wanna talk 'bout it with you
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| I can’t remember the atrocities of these years
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| 'Cause all these bloody hopes live surrounded by lies…
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| (To a bloody battle)
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| In our sense of dying, take these words of mine
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| Before it’s too late, take these words of mine
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| (Vengeance and death for all the tsars!)
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| Motherland is calling
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| Motherland has called me back
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| (Brothers, shall we keep silent?)
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| (In the great battle don’t let us die without leaving a trace behind)
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| I know, I see alternative is near
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| I know, the light still belongs to us
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| When nations will rise through my words, as only men can do
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| Together we’ll run and take our light, take our real life back
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| The wind of new words rises!
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| Rise on this flag!
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| (To a bloody battle)
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| In our sense of dying, take these words of mine
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| Before it’s too late! |