Look down at the body
You may see no trace of wounds
But in the eye
The eye of the beholder
One cannot assume.
Not a drop of blood is drawn
But you know how it bleeds
Beware of the sharp edged weapon
Called human being
It is a shield of passion
And strong will
From this I am the victor
Instead of the kill
I will not feed your hunger,
Instead I bite the pain
Looking not back, but forward
I bite down hard
Try to cover up the trail of deceit and daggers
Spawned from your soul
[Solo: Melentyev]
[Solo: Palitsin]
Acid, the tears of remorse flow in vain,
Too late for regrets save it
For the next ill fated game.
It is a shield of passion
And strong will
From this I am the victor
Instead of the kill
I will not feed your hunger,
Instead I bite the pain
Looking not back, but forward
I bite down hard
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