Electoral District of Death - Labor Corpus Firmat | Текст песни

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• Electoral District of Death
• Labor Corpus Firmat

Work nonstop, give all the best on full,
To us to spit that you have got tired, machines do not sleep, they watch you,
Did not want such future?
You it is a pity to me, all so,
As they predicted.

Yet you will not erase a hand in blood,
Yet you will not erase a foot in a powder,
You are obliged to serve us,
Submit bastard, or the current will pierce your soul

Even if you cannot any more, do not dare to stop,
It not game, jokes here are not present,
Try to stop only and you any more will not be in this world,
From this draw one conclusion
Work strengthens a body!