His hosts to fight
Its close to mine
You blow on the dice
The game begins…
Theyre close to fight
The creed, the blame,
The clearing flame
Telling your scaring fears
I only hide…
My soul is not white…
Your side should…
You, why do you scare up my soul?
A preacher told me the white side should die…
Its killing me
Its killing me, its killing me, its killin me…
Why do you pray and lie?
Its killing me, its killing me, its killin me
Why aint you scared my dear?
Falling through your mind
Memories of dying
And beatings in your sights
What youre fearing
Thundering your mind
I can feel your pain
Thundering your mind
What youre fearing
Its killin me… I can never die
Your bloody eyes
Keep watching me
You roll the dice
Its time to kill
A gloomy mist
Over the battle field,
Jerusalem will soon be free
I hide…
My soul is not white…
Your side should…
Its killing me,
You can hardly
Drag yourself,
A fortune teller
Said you should fight…