Текст песни Next Round - Наш Час Настанет

BREAKING SPACE
Monotonous GREY DAYS
FIGHTERS enters the ring
ENTERTAINMENT FOR MEN
Blood, sweat AIR SMELLS
downed fist
Like a stretched string
CORE muscles and nerves

Greatness of spirit and triumph of courage
untimely deceased
WE lower a little FLAGS
OUR HOUR WILL COME
Honor and loyalty CASE
Cleanse us from the defilement
LIE AND MUD BEZPREDELA

CROWD ALWAYS shout GUILTY
Omitting thumb down
VERDICT Wilco
The arena TOPOT whistling
But those who challenge the
System of values ​​, the fate of
Not afraid of Hell's Gate
And has not changed Himself !