Through the Walls of Lies

This story started so many years ago. We were the children of nasty neighborhood. Fighting for life, we gave the hidden oath, We were kids, we believed in charm Of words: "I'll come to you in the wicked hour, Across the storm at the darkest night, Through the mist of time, through the walls of lie To join the fight! I'll come to you till my final breath, Even if the world will burn in flames, This is my oath, this is my truth This is my life... " My life... Life... We are lost in the chasm, Of meaningless promises But children’s oath Lived in our hearts: "I'll come to you in the wicked hour, Across the storm at the darkest night, Through the mist of time, through the walls of lie To join the fight! I'll come to you till my final breath, Even if the world will burn in flames, This is my oath, this is my truth This is my life... " My life... Life... Who will be the first in unhappy days Broken the oath? Or we will carry it to the grave Never use it? Or, when you need help A long way from me, when I fall into The abyss… And dying, I'll whisper like a prayer Words of the oath: "I'll come to you in the wicked hour, Across the storm at the darkest night, Through the mist of time, through the walls of lie Will hope is bright! I'll come to you for my final fight Even if I have to use dynamite! This is my oath, This is my truth, This is my life!” My life... Life...