strength [Theme]

Allow the animal within you to awaken.

I'm a soldier, born to stand
In this waking hell I am
Witnessing more than I can compute.
Pray myself we don't forget
Lies, betrayed and the oppressed
Please give me the strength to be the truth.

Я - солдат, рождён стоять,
Пока мир вокруг несётся в ад.
Вижу больше, чем могу понять.
Молю себя не забывать
Ложь, предательство и гнёт.
Лишь бы сил мне правду сохранить.

How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night and night by day oppressed;
And each (though enemies to either's reign)
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven;
So flatter I the swart-complexioned night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even:
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make griefs' strength seem stronger.




How can I overcome fatigue,
When I am deprived of goodness alone?
The stress of the day makes night,
And the night as day, and tormented me with a longing.
Day and night - the enemies to each other -
Like shake hands.
I labor the day, rejected by fate,
And do not sleep at night, grust apart.
To afford positioning the dawn,
I compared to thee a fine day
And dark night sent hi,
Having said that, stars like you.
But the harder my next day,
And darker coming of night the shade.