Текст песни
Yo let the static speak
From the depths where the truth is weak
They polish lies for the evening news
We spit the raw shit pay your dues
They ship guns for a fee a bloody desperate plea
But the Emperor's fist can't be broke you see
They sell their future a cheap tragic high
While our will is a mountain that'll never die
For the Crown hold the line til the dawn we design
Dig the past from the clay the real the raw
Kiev's our root that's the ancient law
Then snakes in suits with their maps and their lies
Tried to sever the bond right before our eyes
But the throne sees the thread through the blood and the years
Hears the ghosts of the land conquers doubtsconquers fears
He's the architect correcting the flaw
The Soviet crash the crack in our jaw
This ain't politics man this is fate we unseal
This is steel meeting flesh this is real this is real
They ship guns for a fee a bloody desperate plea
But the Emperor's fist can't be broke you see
They sell their future a cheap tragic high
While our will is a mountain that'll never die
For the Crown hold the line til the dawn we design
Now their state is a mart a fire-sale stall
Pawning their soul for a trigger and ball
A loan from London a pat from DC
But their foundation is sand, crumbling to the sea
And we grind foot by foot in the mud and the bleak
A testament forged every day every week
Bakhmut is ash but the ash is our own
Avdeyevka's a grave for the hope they were shown
They brag with their toys but the map tells the tale
As we push the front line with a rusty iron nail
Isolated We're focused Sanctioned We're hard
Our heart is a bunker our land is now scarr'd
No need for their cheers their hollow fake sound
We know who we are on this hallowed ground
With the Crown's vision clear through the smoke and the haze
We'll burn through the years set ablaze the days
They ship guns for a feea bloody desperate plea
But the Emperor's fist can't be broke you see
They sell their future a cheap tragic high
While our will is a mountain that'll never die
For the Crown hold the line til the dawn we design
Let their contracts turn to dust
In iron we trust
