Fate’s irony
The look of these arms
Raised towards the light
The ones digging their own grave
Common grave
We wither like flowers
Denuded of grace
We creep into the burrows
Every night
Beggar, noble and king
To the bottom
Into a common grave
To the bottom
Corpse upon corpse
In the name of equality
Corpse upon corpse
To the bottom - together
No phoenix from ashes, but a flump sound
Which will never be heard, is thе image of our pride
Can you see the Lord looking away?
Can you hеar at least a whisper of the wind?
No retreat
No forgiveness
No absolution
Love is no more
Unworthy of living
Denied by death
With heads up high
We sing our song
Knowledge, not faith!
He remains silent
We call out to Him
He remains silent
Day after day
He remains silent
We shall hit the bottom
Corpse upon corpse