decrepit old man, Bent by hundred years weight, Beaten many times by whims of fate. From the dawn until the sunset Worked like dog for daily bread - Crust
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel] Beat me - I will stand, Burn me - I'll survive, I fight for my land - One won't stop my strive! Standing hand
[Lyrics by Alena Gornyh, Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel] ...No footprints on the snow - it's my own way, my track. It's time for me to go - no look, no turning
my name To execute me has its aim! So tell me who's to blame? Chorus: Mirror, mirror on the wall, Again you play your vicious role! So many hearts you
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel] Saint with holly stings Halo and angel wings. Light! The masquerade begins. You are ideal hailed The code that
[Lyrics Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel] In cold ground here I lay, Here for hundreds years I stayed, In black raven lived my soul, And in streams my blood
The voices of riots, overloading with hate, Returning to life tell the truth, The tongues of indictment, Nailed to history's gate, Revenge for inflicted
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik] Stylish deeds, stylish words. Stylish dreams and stylish thoughts. Stylish life for stylish world. Stylish faith for stylish
And) when they twit - you should know it's right. They seal you from the tempting wishes, Heal you from the thoughts so vicious, Peel you till you're
(words taken from the New Testament) Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit
[Lyrics Dmitry Basik] Who are these men marching on streets Under the flags of my land? Confronting the state, the state of the jails, Standing for freedom
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik] Somewhere, joyfully a-rolling with a didn't-come-true dream, Aboard the paper ship a-sailing [with] drying out wishes stream
licks the needle, Veins burn in fiddle - He's gone to rule his "perfect" world. And it rolls... And it calls... Now it's closed - Vicious Circle...
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik] Unleashed the dogs of state, Time to decide the fates. Order's barked - come on the track, Teeth barred for attack... Arm of
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