Besedila: Bride. Show No Mercy. No Matter The Price.

Emerging form the mist of dawn
A new day to live more life that goes on
Deceiving are the song birds at play
Masking all the works that time has swept away

All that we have known is gone
We face the emptiness of nowhere to run
We are the children of the setting sun

No matter the price it must be paid
We stand our ground we are not afraid
Entrenched in fire he takes, never to give
He is the liar we must finght to live
Dancing in the visions of a chemical escape
A mind that's a waste land marcotic rape

Planning derision's of evil thoughts within
From inside a blackened soul
You can see the dark ones grin