Из альбома: Crown of Phantoms
Take a look to the sky emptiness surrounds us
Feel so meaninglessness
Murder, anarchy a state of distress
So cynical and halfhearted
Becoming the shameless no association
The signal disconnects who cares what has been said
The tide turned to red
All that is left is blood
Feel the cold steel on the back of your head
One click and it is over
Nobody to judge the godless
No guardian angels
There is nothing in our way
The world is ours to take
All that is left is blood