To the death - to the glory And the fight for my sanity It's a long, long ride back to my home Ahead, I only see misadventure A man who only sees death
A winding path to power Is cobbled with indignities A life turns to sour The only crime is a poor pedigree
Feasting on flotsam And now the crows clean your bones Son of the father As you follow your path Into the unknown
Riding hard through an uncharted land With treacherous travels The sky filled with circling birds of prey Am I unleashing the gates of hell
Headhunters and cannibals Surrounding my steed The stench of rot and sights of despair I steady my step and take heed
I give attention To what wrath may come my way If I reach the edge of the island I make camp at the end of the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
