Another innocence is spoiled
Another life is she'd
Conquer over the weak

Marching over their dreams

BLAME THE ONES WITH POWER OVER ALL

JUDGE THE ONES WITHOUT COMMON SENSE

Traitors to life

Traitors to the world

Dust in their eyes

Blood on their hands
When I close my sight
I SEE THE WORLD... DEAD!


When I reach my hands, I feel the cold sense of murder.


You pretend it's OK
Without remorse, without regret
I feel disgust in your presence

MAY SWORDS RISE OVER YOUR HEAD

As you suffer

IT IS MY TIME TO GRIN
As you succumb
It's time for the weak to take back life


FEELS LIKE I'm ON A PATH WITH NO GLORY BUT DEATH