The fever takes away the love Takes away the soul To crush the gates of innocence To crush the fate of god Walk through fire Bullets no need Riding On the back of the beast No matter if the soul is dead No matter just because The guns loaded with thunder Full of blood is the road Walk through fire Bullets no need Riding On the back of the beast Behind the throne of heaven Inside the pits of hell The monarchs are hiding With fear of his hate Walk through fire Bullets no need Riding On the back of the beast