The thought of denying Never crossed my mind Of people crucifying I feel you all the time Because you are my hate Refusing the ring I can't even argue On a clouded morning A slowly acceptance Now closer to god The parting of angels My kind has no blood You'll have me dead It's not like, you'll fight There's a sight, I'd love to see I see you coming Leaving me, violently Dare to be, on your way The faith of your hand Controlling the game And acting a man Will have my revenge