Из альбома: Invictus
Storm of violence
Face the new game called fear spread my cold emoitions, like a painfull disease
The days of despair are over
Endless victory is filtered out the infections
My quest for revenge and endless battle becomes reality
Spirits of war, hear my praying and guide me in this moments of weakness
To overpower my burning thoughts
This is the final call for justice
Free the enslaved, find the way to purify your body and your mind
The straight edge as a lifeforce
Absorb the useful, reject the useless
I refuse to be passive in the wake of armageddon