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Inbred instinct of a slave
To deify the master -
How many times has it brought
Our natoion to disaster?
History repeats itself,
New tzars are on their thrones.
Another circle of tyranny
And wars that can't be won…
(chorus)
Wasting our lives dreaming
Of what's beyond the border,
Moving forward, step by step
From chaos to disorder.
Cult of personality -
A nightmare we made true.
We're our own worst enemies
In false idols we choose.
(chorus)
There is only one chance
For us all to win
(Is to) rise up from our bleeding knees
And kill the slave within!
