I’ve got a bone to pick with Fate All she’s left me with is hate And it seems like I’ve been born to fail
And I can feel the eyes of death Grit my teeth and take a breath When I turn to face that howling gale
I’m torn between the guilt and pride A symptom of the great divide And if my destiny is nigh At least I’m not afraid to die
They say you see a vision when you die The wretched specters of your failures in your mind I see them laughing as the storm whips at my skin There is no option but to lean into the wind
When odds are slim that I survive Defiant stands the will to fight Flesh is ripped and body rived Yet presses forwards knuckles white
A fell chill is on the wind I feel it in my bones The icy hand of Death Has come to try to take me home Well Fate has not been kind enough To tell me how this ends So if it’s my time you’ll have to come and take me ‘Til then I’m moving
They say you see a vision when you die The wretched specters of your failures in your mind I see them laughing as the storm whips at my skin I have no option but to lean into the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
