my wounds are healed…so i find the hate that remains within…
all your lies couldn´t break me…
all your bullets couldn´t stop a heart you filled with fear…
bred the will for justice…bred the wish for vengeance…
the sun lost its brightness…
drama lost its sense and we expect not the best to come…
how can i forget my brothers?
i´ll never forget the bitterness
i´ll never turn my back on them
how can i forget the glorious days as you made us live the dark ones?
and i´m back…back and at war
my wounds are healed
your lies can´t break me down
all your bullets go backfire now
you´ll always be my target
till the day you die…i watch you die
watch you die in pain and we will celebrate it!
all my learning in low life is the conviction of your wreck
and i´m back…back and at war
a mother cries silent…in her suffering…alone
her son only smiles…in memories now
my learning in low life is the conviction of your wreck