Bring it on
In the absence
I will introduce my wrath

My malice
Wicked cancer grows beneath the surface
Head to finger

You make me sick
Hating on my freedom
It doesn´t matter

What you say
It eats away...


I am the hunted
I am the atrocity
The only chance my kin survives

I am the hunted
I am the atrocity
The only chance my kin survives


This is a war of attrition
Bring it on

Bring it on
Bring it on
This is a war of attrition


No...we are the voice of tomorrow
No...to lies and deception

No...to the chokehold of despair
No...it eats away


This is a war of attrition
Bring it on
Bring it on

Bring it on
This is a war of attrition


In the return from disenchantment
There is but one thing on his mind
How has it come to this?

All that is remembered
Cast into the landscape searching for his...retribution
Retribution...the only chance

Blood will spill
Blood will spill
Bow down to your master

Retribution
Retribution


Bring it on
This is a war of attrition...
Attrition

This is a war of attrition