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Without looking back at the past, which makes me sick -
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A new fight every single day, but there is no more patience!
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Without looking back at the past, which makes me sick -
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A new fight every single day, but there is no more patience!
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Hatred in thoughts and actions
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But she is pure and virgin!
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This is evil in the name of good!
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The world will not be saved by love, but by a warlike disposition!
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"Truly, brother," a voice inside echoes me,
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The grief-stricken one is alive as long as he sees the root,
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My whisper will hide your cry, primitive selection,
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And I'm here to be the first to cross the Rubicon!
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Primitive blitzkrieg, time to make a print screen!
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Here life is on the verge of death, if you are brave - take a chance!
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It's a frenzied sprint for phantom gain
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No matter how long you hide your greed, the signs will show!
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Attacks of hoarseness and the voice is broken,
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Visibility is zero due to thunderstorms and storm!
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I'm already here and everyone with whom we haven't settled scores,
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The black obelisk awaits!
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Chorus:
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Without looking back at the past, which makes me sick -
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A new fight every single day, but there is no more patience!
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Without looking back at the past, which makes me sick -
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A new fight every single day, but there is no more patience!
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Karma plays a double game
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And her voice is smoky and rude!
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Around a pile of ruined destinies,
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This is a sacrifice, we are judged by the public.
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The whole world is bought, in fact, and split into lots,
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And it is unlikely that your mournful monologue will upset someone,
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Emotions are covered with a lead dome
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And let your cloying society fail.
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There are no lights in this dark tunnel
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The sixth sense is here in favor,
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Time to put notches on our wrists,
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The targets are around, eyes are closed and you have to hit them!
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The hunting season is open, my carbine is revenge,
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This train is going nowhere, hurry to get off!
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I'm already here and everyone with whom we haven't settled scores,
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The black obelisk awaits!
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Chorus:
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Without looking back at the past, which makes me sick -
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A new fight every single day, but there is no more patience!
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Without looking back at the past, which makes me sick -
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A new fight every single day, but there is no more patience! |