6 times the pain, 6 times the hatred 6 times the sadness, insanity is storming in your hollow head Weak followers of a past unknown I spit with joy on your blind ignorance and puke at your so called wisdom Wolves are not yours My pain is yours Until the end of time Wolves are not yours I am your curse Until the end of night 7 visions, 7 howling tortures 7 times utopia trampled and I scream at this idiotic belief I rise my fist to crush your damned oppression Without the sun nothing, give us back our solar wheel... Wolves are not yours My pain is yours Until the end of time Wolves are not yours I am your curse Until the end of night Bleak insights from desperate pits calling at the weaks, Using of ancient signs that glorify their myth Die bastard pigs Leave us all here Give me back my blood I send you storms of revenge To desecrate your lies!! I 'm the kick in the ass of your fucking blindness My freedom is my dearest treasure And I will die for it Never will I bow to your bastard idol So rotten and so cold in his false misanthropy ! Wolves are not yours My pain is yours Until the end of time Wolves are not yours I am your curse Until the end of night Rise for your dreams, to survive, hold your swords high, there 's no ompromise Face the truth, now it's time for the fake to obey or they 'll die !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
