Текст песни: Cuts Marked In the March of Men + перевод

Listen to the world out on the outside, pressing in

Are you ready on my mark?

Fingers given names and with the last word, they ascend

On the comfort of their well being in arms

Into something they can’t stop

But wish that they could kill

You’re the answer to their prayers

In your last hour stand

You’ll notice the one that you have loved in dreams

Is here, among the others

Chase, it’s you I want!

But if I can’t have her

Then why should I spend any more time

In a world that’s gonna end pretty soon?

I need you now, more than I ever did

I’ll hand myself over for you

This comm-link's lost its frequency

And I feel that we’re coming home short

Here, take me instead

I’d rather not see her off, alone

Scattered amongst the killing streets, the children slate defense

Is God’s work to have us fail?

Rivered blood shoots out the dead, as bodies foul the air

I’ll make peace when this is done

In arms, we storm

Slowly, the streets begin to fill

With new flesh bound to bone

Armed and ready, it begins again

In your last hour stand

You’ll notice the one that you have loved in dreams

Is here, among the others

Chase, it’s you I want!

But if I can’t have her

Then why should I spend any more time

In a world that’s gonna end pretty soon?

I need you now, more than I ever did

I’ll hand myself over for you

This comm-link's lost its frequency

And I feel that we’re coming home short

Here, take me instead

I’d rather not see her off, alone

Tonight, we storm

Tonight…

Deliver a favor to my love

Deliver a favor to my love

Deliver a favor to my love

Deliver a favor to my love

In your last hour stand, you’ll notice

The one that you have loved in dreams

Is here, among the others

Chase, it’s you I want!

But if I can’t have her

Then why should I spend any more time

In a world that’s gonna end pretty soon?

I need you now, more than I ever did

I’ll hand myself over for you

This comm-link's lost its frequency

And I feel that we’re coming home short

Here, take me instead

I’d rather not see her off, alone

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