Despite the will, the fangs came out,
The race gets faster, the stakes are high.
Beacons went out in battles for rations,
Dirt clung to the hearts, but no good to cry.
The rules of the game destroyed the worlds,
Ashes and cinders kept us warm.
We avoided as the plague
Our own conscience and someone else's misery.
[Chorus:]
Copper ringing can't cure the soul, and anger can't quench the thirst,
But everyone can tip the scale.
The world is cruel and wild, we have reached a dead end,
A timid cry drowns in the rustle of bills.
How to gain the strength to change something,
When the main enemy is inside you?
[Chorus:]
Copper ringing can't cure the soul, and anger can't quench the thirst,
But everyone can tip the scale.
Without commanders and banners, once you will go out
To the most difficult fight, a fight with yourself.