Idols of Triumph

I realized the fact I'll never look back in shame
All comprehensive thoughts will never ever be the same
It's pretty late, discovered, choke on the deceit
The one to love and hate, myself the enemy

It's a fine day to die
I will bury my name
Feel pressure and pain
Something is calling me
Don't feel the change
Don't play the gamе

The blood I shed in pain turns rivers and sеas to dust
All minds get lost one day, appear as dirt and rust

I can't withstand the pressure
Slowly we rot
That's for the idols of triumph:
I hope you crumble to dust!

It's a fine day to die
I will bury my name
Feel pressure and pain
Something is calling me
Don't feel the change
Don't play the game

The weight of lies, no compromise
So alone, my senses break
My body's pain, I celebrate
Can't deflect the fear of life

It's a fine day to die
I will bury my name
Feel pressure and pain
Something is calling me
Don't feel the change
Don't play the game