Fighting Against Everybody, Keeping The Blades Always High It's A Suffering Sestination, Fixed Deep In My Mind Driven By A Nameless Desire, By The Wish To Get Rest When Is All The Blood Dried When My Screams Trailed Off I'm Afraid Never To Get Away From This Nightmare, This Endless Strain Is This The Use Of My Life Always To Hate And Drain My Anger, My Fury And my Inner Turmoil Always To murder The Already Dead ones Always To burn The Already Ashed Ones Always To Sentence The Already Doomed Ones Always Beeing One Step Behind Them..