Bloody century is upon thee. Revolution, war and disease. Earthquake, the cities falling. Catastrophe will kill the east. There will be fire. There will be famine, drought and plague.
Spreading terrorism through the music. Rebelling against all this bullshit. Fire is the heat that burns deep inside. Raging and out of control. . Spreading terrorism through the music.
And now you're walking, walking alone. With all this blood on your soul. All this injustice was fucking done. Amnesia, that is so fucked up.... . Your hands are red.