It’s eye for an eye, but they took both Lost the tongue that speaks truth Hearing cries of Agony The thing that’s left is putrid stench
You shall fight and die in vain No choice No excuse
The thrill of the fight The anticipation of doom The adversary cometh Prepare your sword
Armour made of foreign flesh Stripped from previous contenders An impenetrable fortress No weapon is cut out
To scratch the surface Of the truth underneath
What pointless strife Give up your life
No palace shall grant you refuge No place to feel snug Once you take up arms Neither day nor night shall you rest
You shall fight and die in vain No choice No excuse
The thrill of the fight The anticipation of doom The adversary cometh To take your soul
No prophet shall promise you salvation When the fangs are within reach No prayer shall be heard
Graves upon graves of unfortunate challengers Who thought they could take up the gauntlet Who thought they could face the truth Beneath the thick layer of perceptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
