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Running Wild
Into The Arena 1988 |
Into the Arena Music: Majk Moti Lyrics: Majk Moti
They imagine a heaven Talk about hell They can't live without a remission
Plentiful punishment for Numerous sins Suffering their own cruel invention
Their heaven is boring Their hell's a stale joke Faith is their one vindication
Doubt is forbidden Joy is tabooed For a folly, there's no hesitation
Sacrifice their life for a lie A thousand sheep have come to die Down the thumb there's no remorse It's time for the martyrs
Into the arena go down Into the arena show-down now Into the arena the beasts are prepared Into the arena
Hunting the witches Considered to be Riding on brooms in the dark night
No mercy for people Who dare to oppose Medieval church was a scourge in it's pride
Millions of people Killed for the cross By relentless religion, disgusting
There is no excuse For the things they have done In the name of their god, It's a bad thing
Sacrifice their life for a lie A thousand sheep have come to die Down the thumb there's no remorse It's time for the martyrs
Into the arena go down Into the arena show-down now Into the arena the beasts are prepared Into the arena
Lock your door the preist is coming Beware of all the parsons
Today it's all different A daring contention They talk about love and forgiving
But still they are hunting Now we are all victims Maybe they are envious for our living
Sacrifice their life for a lie A thousand sheep have come to die Down the thumb there's no remorse It's time for the martyrs
Into the arena go down Into the arena show-down now Into the arena the beasts are prepared Into the arena
NA ARENE
Oni voobrazhajut Raj A govorjat pro Ad Oni ne mogut zhit' bez otpuschenija grehov Obil'noe nakazanie Dlja mnozhestva grehov Oni stradajut vo imja svoih zhe zlostnyh otkrytij Ih Raj vsem nadoel Ih Ad - staraja shutka Vera v ih dokazatel'stva prevyshe vsego Somnenija zaprescheny Na radost' nalozheno rabu Zato gluposti zdes' razdol'e Oni prinesli svoi zhizni v zher'vu lzhi Tysjachi slepo sledujut k smerti Iz grjaznogo mira, gde net raskajanija E'to vremja dlja predatelej Na arene - poterpish' neudachu Na arene - raskroesh' vse karty Na arene - monstry gotovjatsja Ohota ved'm Prodolzhaetsja Verhom na mjotlah chjornoj noch'ju Net poschady tem Kto posmel soprotivljat'sja Srednevekovaja cerkov' byla bichom e'toj gordosti Milliony ljudej Raspjaty na krestah Bezzhalostnoj religiej - otvratitel'noj Net proscheni'ja Delam kotorye oni sdelali Vo imja boga - e'to merzko ZAPRI DVER' - SVJaSchENNIK PRISh╗L BEREGIS' VSEH PASTOROV Segodnja e'to izmenino Smeloe vozrazhenie ! Oni govorjat o ljubvi i proschenii No vsjo-ravno vedut travlju My sejchas ih zhertvy Mozhet oni hotjat pomeshat' nam zhit'
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