I am bathing in your angst
I am pressured by dismay
As the future of my pride says roll-up

And folding in your pain
Disillusioned and ashamed
I'll make you fear the name of Shushyaz

I can hear the tears in his eyes
I can hear the crush of his jaw
Humming my victory

Oh hard like sacred stones fly the fists of righteous hands
Sustaining dark demands to roll-up
And softer than the blows you throw goes the mystery of a man

Whom legend understands is Shushyaz