Текст песни Forge of Customs - The Voice of Millions

Here souls are chained forever
Chains of indifference and lies
And filling the river with blood
Life here is changed to a pittance

Here Moloch is leading the army
Heartless greedy dogs
And with a majestic article
Each order is ready

The fire of hope fades into the sea of ​​indifferent eyes
In the ashes of faith we reap the string of false phrases
But masks of perfection will not hide dead persons
There, where the voice of millions, A WILL UNITS!

All who have not risen under the banner of the Judas
Are doomed to suffering and pain
All who have not sworn a bastard
Will always play this role

Here a hundred years there is no visible light
And every year it is more difficult to breathe
Truth splinters somewhere
They can not be collected together in one

The fire of hope fades into the sea of ​​indifferent eyes
In the ashes of faith we reap the string of false phrases
But masks of perfection will not hide dead persons
There, where the voice of millions, A WILL UNITS!

MILLION'S VOICE IS THE WILL OF UNITS!

But so far the voice of hope
In an abandoned heart lives
The will will be alive, as before
Sowing wind - I will reap the storm