Total blackout,
The old breed shout,
Grows like a sprouts
Of metal blades.
The game of crowns,
Black guards in towns,
The human crowds
Among the deads.
Lie's at war with the treason,
But creates the same falseness.
The fight poisoned your reason,
Double-truth is a nonsense.
Roaring ranks march in lines at a crossroads of times.
Wild and crazy lines roar and go to the core.
Roaring columns in lines at the edge of the times.
Wild and crazy lines roar and go to the core.
In all these places
There's a new races.
They seek the traces
Of the fresh blood.
Slogans of freedom,
It pleases demon.
Banner of freeman
Lies in the mud.
There's a war escalating
After two generations.
And the walls will be shaking,
Marching columns in action.
Roaring ranks march in lines at a crossroads of times.
Wild and crazy lines roar and go to the core.
Roaring columns in lines at the edge of the times.
Wild and crazy lines roar and go to the core.
Our history lectures
Wouldn't be learned while we're living.
We are all under pressure,
Next the best should be leaving.
Roaring ranks march in lines at a crossroads of times.
Wild and crazy lines roar and go to the core.
Roaring columns in lines at the edge of the times.
Wild and crazy lines roar and go to the core.