The awareness, the drive of the mind
Possessed and self driven
A silence benign


[Chorus:]
Ride the winds of fate...

A burning deliverance
It's never too late


The hands of the maker
The hands of the true
What pleasures I feel, a thunderous image of doom

Ripped to pieces
An image sold through time
It's a fight it's a fight

But we are the first ones in line

[Chorus x3]


Come on... taste blood


[Solo: Hexx/!@&#]

RESILIANT TO THE CORE... [x4]