Cross I I am fighting against the fate To suffer for piteous glory And I'm fighting for my life When the death on cross is trivial I am the cross And the nailed to the cross I am the cross I tame the beast Locked inside this ritual misery Fire of my life burns faster Lonley can I release myself From the white nazarene costume I am the cross I've got the brand of suffering And nothing has been before Purple haze on my eyes Pools of blood on cooled down floor Hand of doom don't hold me up to the ridicule The gates of life close Nobody will ever see my coldest pain Winter's in my mind The ones who worship me will cry at my demise Will swallow the pride The ones who trust me must be blind and weak And it's the beginning