Текст песни Materia Prima - Раб Золотых Оков

The world is your rude and weak,
Full close dreams.
You're just a slave
Golden shackles.

You can not keep up with ..
Be ready to rush
To sell yourself ,
Void buy.

Your life is empty and faceless ,
You had long been waiting for miracles.
Those who sold not get cross,
They will only

Flame of Heaven , the fire of heaven.

Let the excitement in his eyes ,
And in the soul "zero" .
Again, all at the start
Acquire good.

For a piece of the struggle .
Never Expires .
Let your destiny
Summarize .