Perspiration and blood On your face and your hands, Rage in eyes and your moans, Threat in words and your screams Are telling me about your chase – You’re in pursuit of me.
All my feelings and thoughts ‘re running away to your plan. Am I going insane To imagine that flame? Please, don’t you stare that sight at me It will ruin me down!
So here we go – I’m in your hands. What will you do with your victim? I’m not afraid To turn to ash But will you able to break away from me?!