Текст песни Next Round - Наш Час Настанет

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

Greatness of spirit and the triumph of courage
untimely death
We half-mast
OUR HOUR WILL COME
Honor and loyalty CASE
Cleanse us from the defilement
LIES AND MUD BEZPREDELA

CROWD EVER shout GUILTY
Omitting thumb down
VERDICT Wilco
The arena TOPOT whistling
But he who defied
The system of values ​​, FATE
Not afraid of Hell's Gate
And it has not changed Himself !