Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Стражи последнего рубежа

Wings legend fragile
Like a spring ice .
Unkind word - stone
Song downed flight.
I am not a prophet , not a singer -
I am a stranger walking through the centuries .
Soul torn tales
Gray in weak hands ...

Who will go for torn banner
Fight for the final frontier ?
Protect useless knowledge
And the absurdity of white clothes ?

Hey , get up , who remained ,
Stand proud among the ruins systems .
Who still remembers and who did not give up -
I do not believe that I am one
Defend your city .

Death is scheduled for a full moon,
To beat at a reflection of the pupil.
For the sacred right of insanity,
For a strand of gray at the temple .

Hey , get up , soldiers vow
Now the power of words appeals to you.
If we live to see the dawn,
Our faith is alive
And open sky .

Who dares to throw the usual
Silence hatched nests ?
For the sake of illusory labels differences
For the sake of an extra handful of stars?

Hey , wake up all those who can not sleep,
Who still does not believe that we're done -
Go out in the field and will fight without hiding
living hearts
For unfeeling steel
And cynicism speeches.