Song: The fight continues

Here from well-groomed individuals make me sick...
I remember the dead, and the soul cries out!

Blood is my drug, it is the duty - my flag.
I'm like a hostage to the debt shot your own.

I believed in the truth of one
Better to be twice dead than to rot in captivity.

No, and I say nothing,
No, I burn the candle, so as not to sleep
No, and I pray
No, I swear not to retreat...

I killed to live and beat again
Game men of war are hard to deny...