Из альбома: Poisoned Apple
Scent of the dragons breathe*
Kiss of its touch
From a brother… kill now
Quest to conquer
Our corporate monsters
Fools reality — freed hypocrisy
Shackled no more
To my enslaved whore
What you think?
Think of me no more!
Pure freedom
The dragons are breathing
I’ll breathe air a freeman
Pure freedom
The dragons are breathing
The sucking of leeches
Like vultures a feeding
I’ll breathe air a freeman