When I was younger I lived in fear
That incarceration of some kind is near
I checked my head, in tact [bad word] 
I nearly became a [bad word] fool

But I've heard voices not in the head
Out in the air they called ahead
Through ripped out speakers
Through thick and thin
They found a shelter
Under my skin

How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us?
 [bad word] 
How many final frontiers we gonna mount
With maybe no victory laps?
 [bad word] 
But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you [bad word] one
With [bad word] 

And so no longer live I in fear
Them are too greedy to pay my asylum bills
This is my life and freedom's my profession
This is my mission throughout all flight duration

There is a core and it's hardcore
All is hardcore when made with love
The love is a voice of a savage soul
This savage love is [bad word] 

How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us?
 [bad word] 
How many final frontiers we gonna mount
With maybe no victory laps?
 [bad word] 
But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you [bad word] one
With [bad word] 

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How many...
 [bad word] 
How many final frontiers
With maybe no victory laps?
 [bad word] 
But if you stand on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you [bad word] one
With [bad word] 

Ох сколько мгновений чёрных,
Невозможных
Нам всем предстоит преодолеть.
Ох сколько пиров победных впереди,
Но всё равно нам не успеть.
Но если, если сокровенный путь один -
Ты всегда будешь несокрушим,
Несокрушим!

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