The hand on pulse Throbbing on veins with shivering Through out the body The flames of victories Burn in your soul But tears of mercy Are in youre eyes
It's an axiom Of your existance and life It's an axiom Between your fury of death
The sweet of temptation On our faces Flesh is dropped down In blood of vices With fear of madness We live every day With screaming of vengeance We're ready to die
No more winners of this games No more victims of this pain Eternal fight, endless pain We're ready to die