I was weak while with force was a slave to my mind thought that faith is for the weak but it's not, and now I speak- everything depends on you on the thoughts you have in mind cause too many things destroy our souls
I'll spit on your grave and he will not be surprised he gave me his hand and didn't turn his back I'll spit on your grave and if you have some last words it's better to say them now cause soon you'll meet him face to face
and in the darkest hour when I was scared and with no way out at gunpoint and with a knife at my throat I knew that I was not alone and if I die before I wake Pray the lord my soul to take so if you get in my way one of us will meet him face-to-face
I'll spit on your grave and he will not be surprised he gave me his hand and didn't turn his back I'll spit on your grave and if you have some last words it's better to say them now cause soon you'll meet him face to face