Текст песни Face of Violence - Шакалы

Someday we all become a victim;
The main question - which side?
What will be our final victory?
"Law" or steel sever all a dream?

Someday we all will be victims;
The main question - which side?
What will be our last win?
"LAW" OR STEEL sever all a dream?

In his hand argument
Able to convince anyone of the correctness,
Plunged into the back of steel, drink her blood ...
Caste jackals without a hint of honor.

It happens that the whole prowess on the shoulder straps fit,
Higher fucking caste, those that are in power.
Those jackals, only a gray suit
Mouth open, your fucking mouth.

The interweaving of the dark streets of its laws,
They washed the blood of innocents.
Life at the bottom of its called freedom,
While day after day in the minds of the lights are.

It happens that the whole prowess on the shoulder straps fit,
Higher fucking caste, those that are in power.
Those jackals, only a gray suit
Mouth open, your fucking mouth.

GRAND DRAMA across the country,
LAWLESSNESS top and bottom.
In which clothes they are dressed
Not important - their name jackals.