Dark are these times, black are our days

Blessed in our hearts, god saves our hate!

Shut all the doors, and shut your trap

Shame off the stones washed down with rain

Blood wakes inner wolf in humans

Scarlet as our flag

Shadow of the tyrant looming

Over our heads

[Chorus]

Walls against the walls

Hate on hate

Sun has touched our hearts and burned its rays

I am not blind, nor am I deaf

And if I could, I would have left

But my feet are chained with leaden

Ashes of our past

Far has gone in mother Russia

Harvest of the dead

[Instrumental]

Dark are thesе times, black are our days

Blessеd in our hearts, god save our hate!

He who's feeble builds his own cross

Hammers his own nails

And to keep my mentis compos

I choose hate!

[Chorus]

Walls against the walls

Hate on hate

Sun has touched our hearts and burned its rays

[Chorus]

Walls against the walls

Hate on hate

Sun has touched our hearts and burned its rays