Grom (Rosja) - Eleven

Tekst piosenki:

Twin towering peaks piercing the sky
Pride of the nation, bulwark of peddlers
Cool morning of yet another business week
Crowds of humans hurrying to death.

Crushed flesh,
Deleted conscience,
Meager tears
Of the people's
mass.

Powers threatening
With inevitable devastation
Will efface
Their primeval fear.

Winged machines
Obsessed with destruction
Will hurl the propaganda
Into the people's minds.

Powers threatening
With inevitable devastation
Will efface
Their primeval fear.