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There’s few of them, millions of us;

We are nothing to them in compare

We are obey trembling with fear;

Just pawns we are in their play

They say pawns are various;

But all of them will be overthrown

Patting on your shoulders;

They think: cannon fodders!

Their eternal  war, that last since forever Interlace with embraces

That will last forever; When one hand grips with shake

On the trigger another one rests

But there will be no shoot and there will be no peace

There’ll be pain and destruction of masses

Shining suit cannot be stained

But the ink can kill thousands of man

There are thousands of them, we stand alone

We are strange for all of them

We stand against, show them no fear

Don’t want to be a pawns in their game

You don’t want to believe it

You don’t want to hear it

But the war lasts forever

Whoever will win, we will lose

We don’t care about the differences

They will destroy us all anyway

Patting on your shoulders

They think: cannon fodders!

This consciousness terrifies us

The curse of understanding

Dark clouds are coming

Whoever will win, we will surely lose