I await my turn for the gate to open the sand is moist with blood nerves are about to break
the gate opens the light it shines too bright the air is burning my throat no time for doubt or fear as I pass the gate the sand is moist with blood my blood is boiling the sword sticks to my hand
today might be my last I'll be victorious or turn to dust many have gone before me few have returned
the gate opens the light it shines too bright the air is burning my throat no time for doubt or fear as I pass the gate the sand is moist with blood my blood is boiling the sword sticks to my hand
forward I go no one's gonna stop me I'll prove myself to my emperor I'll prove myself to the crowd only minutes passed were hours in my mind I'm left standing I am victorious
a cold wind, I'm feeling hot the shrieking of steel the only sound a scream end then he's down emptyness is al that remains
the gate opens the light it shines too bright the air is burning my throat no time for doubt or fear as I pass the gate the sand is moist with blood my blood is boiling the sword sticks to my handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
