The protester - Vassline

Preparing the end of darkness, the red frozen sun now rises.

Wishing for one ordinary day and it was your only prayer.

The young lost their chances, and the old sovereign now glances.

This is where the sacrifice and irrationality only exists.

This march will never end.

This march will never end.

The worst situation, you can choose to be a hero or another coward.

No more destroyed hopes, and no more broken dreams.

Take a step forward with the courage,

that dwells inside your deepest rage and cry out.

Your time is up!

Times of pain and disgrace.

All the suffering we faced.

We are prepared to take a stand.

This is it, now.

Against the cold breeze, the blaze lit the molotov.

The trigger to take down the ruthless fuhrer.

Lit the fuze and return to dust.

Until my last wrath, until my last breath.

My body is a blaze and a small knife of victory.

This march will never end.

We are not coming back.