Идём вперёд на врага Пускай не дрогнет рука Родную землю свою Защитим плечом к плечу Перед бедой устоим И устоим до конца И защитим от врага Землю нашу Перед бедой устоим И устоим до конца И защитим от врага Землю нашу

I was visited by The Power and The Glory I was visited by a majestic hymn Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky Electricity flowing through my veins I was captured by a larger moment I was seized by divinity's hot breath Gorged like a lion on experience Powerful from life I wanted all of it Not just some of it All of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes In the jungles of the Amazon I saw a man put a red hot needle through his eye Turn into a crow and fly through the trees Swallow hot coals and breathe out flames And I wanted this to happen to me I wanted all of it All of it, all of it Not just some of it All of it We saw the moon vanish into his pocket We saw the stars disappear from sight We saw him walk across water into the sun While bathed in eternal light We spewed out questions waiting for answers Creating legends, religions and myths Books, stories, movies and plays All trying to explain this I want all of it All of it, all of it Not just some of it I saw a great man turn into a little child The cancer reduced him to dust His voice growing weak as he fought for his life With a bravery few men know I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs Trying to stop the cancerous spread And it made me think of Leda and The Swan And gold being made from lead The same power that burned Hiroshima Causing three legged babies and death Shrunk to the size of a nickel To help him regain his breath And I was struck by The Power and The Glory I was visited by a majestic Him Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky As the radiation flowed through him I wanted all of it Not just some of it All of it All of it, all of it, all of it

There's a humming in the restless summer air And we're slipping off the course that we prepared But in all chaos, there is calculation Dropping glasses just to hear them break You've been drinking like the world was gonna end (it didn't) Took a shiner from the fist of your best friend (go figure) It's clear that someone's gotta go We mean it, but I promise we're not mean And the cry goes out (oh) They lose their minds for us And how it plays out (oh) Now we're in the ring, and we're coming for blood (Oh, oh) you could try and take us (Oh, oh) but we're the gladiators (Oh, oh) everyone a rager (Oh, oh) but secretly they're saviors Glory and gore go hand in hand That's why we're making headlines (Oh, oh) you could try and take us (Oh, oh) but victory's contagious Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay) God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways) Chance is the only game I play with, baby We let our battles choose us And the cry goes out (oh) They lose their minds for us And how it plays out (oh) Now we're in the ring, and we're coming for blood (Oh, oh) you could try and take us (Oh, oh) but we're the gladiators (Oh, oh) everyone a rager (Oh, oh) but secretly they're saviors Glory and gore go hand in hand That's why we're making headlines (Oh, oh) you could try and take us (Oh, oh) but victory's contagious No-one 'round here's good at keeping their eyes closed The sun's starting to light up when we're walking home Tired little laughs, gold-lie promises We'll always win at this, I don't ever think about death It's alright if you do, it's fine We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves Roughing up our minds, so we're ready when the kill time comes Wide awake in bed, words in my brain "Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?" Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means (Oh, oh) you could try and take us (Oh, oh) but we're the gladiators (Oh, oh) everyone a rager (Oh, oh) but secretly they're saviors Glory and gore go hand in hand That's why we're making headlines (Oh, oh) you could try and take us (Oh, oh) but victory's contagious

There's a spirit in the air tonight Coming from all sides like lightning in the sky And there's a sweetness in the way she moves Shadow creeping close, only passing through How can she ever feel the way I feel? Standing here alone, a cog inside a wheel Caught inside a wheel If there's a time If there's a place The time is now To find your saving Your saving grace And now I'm sitting here alone and scared Hearing every word, the words I should have said Now is this real or is it in my head? I don't know If there's a time If there's a place The time is now To find our saving grace I'm more than fine I'm here today The time is now To find our saving Our saving grace Are you willing to help me out? Are you willing to help me out? Are you willing to? (Are you willing to help me?) Are you willing to? Are you willing to help me out? (Are you willing to help me?) Are you willing to? Can you help me out? If there's a time If there's a place Our time is now To find our saving grace I'm more than fine I'm here today The time is now To find our saving Our saving grace

J'ai vendu ma misère pour une voix de soumission Au fond de moi la sentinelle pouvait briller sans exception Et les sourires étaient les mêmes A-t-on le cri du coeur, la vérité ou la raison Vous n'entendez donc que la bête et ses réponses à vos questions Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Mon cri sert de silence aux fossoyeurs de compassion Aux mijaurées de la suffisance, aux incendiaires de l'unisson Quand un sourire décède d'avoir trop souri à l'opinion À cette soupape, cette sainte-atelle, j'aurais pu encore dire non Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ravale donc ta rengaine Ravale donc tes sanglots De l'amour ou de la haine Qui donc aura bon dos J'ai eu ce cri de guerre pas en faux-frére mais en sans-nom Je donne ma main à l'enfer, sous vos crachats, ma rédition Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression