I push the prisoner to escape to seek for a better prison The desperate to get away with a rope and try his luck Again I replace dictatorship with tyranny change anarchy For chaos quit a master for a mistress drop gods for the tormenting void I am the sand grain in well oiled Sysems the so-called margin of error the virus in the body of community A sailing backwards towards the Wind instinctive however few feel my heat I am the Flame of rebellion and sabotage that smoulders and Burns in the hearts of those who strive for freedom Slaves ! A liberty with no guard no clear way shown No guide a total freedom of total war where only the Strong survive it is that fire that distinguishes persecuted Wolves from the zombie slaves it is the scoria from Hell's furnaces that from the cradle mark Lucifer's Children doomed to see black where others see white I'm Don Quichotte fighting the wind mills for imbecility Triumphs and exults and each day gains more disciples Sailing backwards towards the wind instinctive however Few fell my heat I am the flame of rebellion and Sabotage that smoulders and burns In the hearts of those who strive for freedomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
