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Plague

Deadly plague of this age

We all bear it

Now, between orders of apathy

The Chosen few dare to cross the line

Pain, faith in our eyes

Pain, flounder or die

Pain, we must survive

Pain, crossed by the skies

Apt, rough and ready to defy

It all comes down to this

Grind your teeth, blast through the barricades

Nothing to lose − a deceitful thought

Pain, faith in our eyes

Pain, flounder or die

Pain, we must survive

Pain, crossed by the skies

[Lead: Matković]

Captivity, anguish inconceivable

No thrilling finale, no Mustapha Mond

[Lead: Luković]

Pain, faith in our eyes

Pain, flounder or die

Pain, w’ll not survive

Pain, crossed by the skies