THE SOUND OF IRON SHOCKS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD
THE THUNDER OF THE DRUMS, DICTATES
THE RHYTHM OF THE FALLS, THE NUMBER OF DEATHS
THE RISING OF THE HORDES, AHEAD
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME TO THE END OF DAYS
I WILL HAVE TO RUN, AWAY
I WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN AND THE BITTER TASTE
OF THE BLOOD ON MY LIPS, AGAIN