Scorned by the blaze of death To drift is to stumble To stumble is to fall The hooded fiend looks over me Blooded beast, my end is easy A way out, solid concrete All I want is rest, take away my breath
Scorned by the blaze of death To drift is to stumble To stumble is to fall The hooded fiend looks over me Blooded beast, my end is easy A way out, solid concrete All I want is rest, take away my breath