Like a dark brook of blood That pulses from avulsed wound Made by rusty piece of metal This power is clean in its innocence And cruel indefinitely in its purity
All social boundaries are irrelevant I spit on your laws with crackpot’s saliva I dont care about words, I cant hear them now My ears are tinkling from the sound of sirens
Im running away from your claws I will not die, I will get angrier You'll never catch a lone and honored wolf Even if the pack is dead
Save my freedom By cutting your thraot Foamed I will fight While the fire burns inside
My light is still trembling Its not dead yet My light is still trembling And will never fade away!