He was the son of fallen god
Who didn't fall on knees
He saw the hell so many times
That in a heavens gates
He started to feel freeze
They all are nothing in this game
That we call our live
But he won't lose
Yeah! He will win
Hey! Hey! You, under.. You under sight of thunder!
No one will help you to stand up (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
No one will pray over you grave (No one will)
There's nothing to lose
But you have chanse to get
tomorrow
He spits on the immortall soul
Cause he burns down his own
And thousands sharp'n'poisend blaids
Whisper that he's alone
That he's alone.
You won't forget the wolf over the sea
No one will
They want even see you until
Someone feels the fangs in his neck
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
No one will pray over you grave (No one will)
There's nothing to lose
But you have chanse to get
Tomorrow
Hey! Hey! You, under.. You under sight of thunder!
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