[lyrics by D. Basik & Al. Gladysh]
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 abuse.
The mutinous souls, once refused to submit,
Find
peace and release,
And cut off throats of the prophets accreate,
Appealing to prognies.
[CHORUS:]
Marching on the verge of
extinction,
Marching on the arms of revolt.
The heroes of the senseless massacres
Get to the dump of time,
And the masters
of the human circus
Encourage another crime.
Through the centuries of the affliction and pain
Rises rage breaking chains on its
way,
And the crucified dream, reviving again,
Calls fevered minds to tray.
[CHORUS.]