I'm inactive in love with you.
They will proceed to flow into the Polish blood circulation of venom
Sowing the seeds of hatred in the solar system
Light the spark of war under the coals of the house
Until the fire of the planet will burn
Only to bear witness to us – only to save us
The thread that leads to the heart of the Nation
To those who come after us through the maze of lies
They could have entered their homeland without a wound in the profession.
Can we, however, leave for flight
And find this 1 of many ways
Will the heaven of bondage fall upon our heads
And he will become a mortal stone to our feet.
They inactive conflict for a cloth in the Republic
Without a shadow of shame, pride and mercy
Though small is left of home and homeland
Even though they've ripped out so many bones...
They inactive conflict like hyenas over the dead of Truth.
Because they inactive have a fresh wake and a Requiem dream
♪ 'Cause there's inactive a red star ♪
They're inactive drugged by the sweet odor of blood.
I'm inactive breaking the alarm signature.
Polish crosses of my faithfulness teach me yet
Although from station to station with gibberish and mockery
Traitors present as I die, your name is drifting...
