Seconds of Frost, We Are in the Air
And now it splits all the veins of our age
The Rock Storm is the History of the A
Daylife fall splitted all the way
Do Our Cross
Rage in Face, It does not fly in the sky
As in every ages, As is in every greet
See the Rat and kill With naked tools
Decide to love what we hate
Test your brain
It is not an illusion, Not even the promised land
Is this our end?
Death
Is this? is the life? We do not think to anything else
Welcome in the land of rats
Ratt
Kill