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Weak and trembling voice without sense of purpose
It's thrown out from their contracted throats
Hiding in the holes like blind moles, spreading the rumors
About those who live above the earth

Divided from alteration
Immersed in the smother of noise

A feeling of missing years
A revelation of aging mind
My finest intentions were changed by tears
For wasted decades fed by ruthless time

Pre-chorus:
Destiny is my last excuse
And calamity is the only option

Smell of grief impends above the cursed soil
That was revered by self-appointed men of God
Buzzing flies and omnipresent lice
Swarmed the piles of half-eaten remains

Crackling of a bonfire
Ergot in the rye

Staying away from the ride, keep living to survive
Hiding under the lies, surrounded and paralyzed
By inescapable thoughts of defeat
By inescapable gnawing retreat
By unpredictable halt of your step
Taking the turn right to the end

I’ll be your flashing light

Мои мысли преследуют меня, а сердце будто исчезло.
Мне нужно что-нибудь почувствовать, ведь я так далеко от дома.
Поклянись и пообещай,
Что никогда не оставишь меня.

Покажи мне то, чего я не вижу, когда искра в твоих глазах гаснет.
Ты поставила меня на колени, я весь твой, поэтому
Клянусь и обещаю,

Covered by artificial net of lie, full of contradiction
Engulfing thousands flows of contaminated information
Singularity of their falsehood will bring someday the crack in attitude
Uncovered and defamed they'll be incriminated

Get them down, leave no escaping ways
Make sure they eat own shit flavored with their disgrace
Your leaks of truth will show the real July to them

Start up the first crusade
Against a collective consciousness
Prepare a sword for the innocent heads
Feel no regret and give yourself up in the end
To immortalize the twenty second of July

He is a Norwegian crusader

Stealing from your pocket
Everything that you live for
Money, life, your private vision
They jerk the leash; you beg them for some dish
Government filled with rednecks
Dancing on our graves
They have future tasks – find more douche bags