Текст песни Against The Lie - Вавилон

Your voice is hoarse
But I have not heard your cry
Your voice is hoarse
But I have not heard your cry

I feel dumb
The voice of the young somehow subsided
Only the old tone heard round

The world the echo of the past
From a distance came the sound of a storm
I hope she gets here

Sweep away the old world and the old charter
In it is not what we need

In it there is what we need

When it comes time
I'll run with the wind
I want to see this moment
Purification of filth

Storm. Thunder. The fall of Babylon.