No Fear (Без страха)

That chucked is dead and buried here.
No fear is a language I no longer hear.
They can build a tower, they can build a wall,
I'm the one who's standing after everything will fall.
No fear.
Yeah.
No fear.
The future used to whisper with a cold and shaky breath,
Now it speaks in dead morations on the other side of death.
The death, the hesitation of the what-ifs and the mights,
I trade the haunted maybes for the battle and the lights.