This desolate darkened battlefield soaked in my cold black blood Lies empty, dead and scarred
This desolate broken body of mine bound by pure will Stands victorious and tall
With the strenght of a thousand and one Devils I faced the madmans odds Ready to be devoured
On the razorsharp, traitorous edge of the end with a roar I broke the line I saw the bastards fall
Cursed I can´t break the spell I stride right through this hell In league with death and pain My last drop of blood all I need
Still I´m burning but never fearing There´s no healing in sight but victory is mine
Wounds are all I am made of, conflict is my sould Rising in terror
So greive me, I´m vibrantly dead I´m forcing my own will to liveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
