Forward Russia. Six. Zeneszám

Everybody's fine at the top of the world.
Everybody's fine at the top of the world.
Now...

And so it comes to this,
The metropolis has ran out of luck,
But...

Everybody's fine at the top of the world.
Everybody's fine, the skyscrapers preserved.

Everybody's fine at the top of the world.
Women and children, boys and girls,
Gaze in wonder as the cry reaches ears,
The end is near! The end is near!
But...

Everybody's fine on the top of the world.
Everybody's fine, the skyscrapers preserved.
Now...

((2-3 .. 1-2-3))
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7)

Can you hear the whisper of hordes,
Telling you to slither and crawl.
Your way down to peruse or read,
A fearless guide to communication.

You could be all that stands in the way of the king!