It's eye for an eye, but they took both
Lost the tongue that speaks truth
Hearing cries of Agony
The thing that's left is putrid stench
You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse
The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
Prepare your sword
Armour made of foreign flesh
Stripped from previous contenders
An impenetrable fortress
No weapon is cut out
To scratch the surface
Of the truth underneath
What pointless strife
Give up your life
No palace shall grant you refuge
No place to feel snug
Once you take up arms
Neither day nor night shall you rest
You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse
The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
To take your soul
No prophet shall promise you salvation
When the fangs are within reach
No prayer shall be heard
Graves upon graves of unfortunate challengers
Who thought they could take up the gauntlet
Who thought they could face the truth
Beneath the thick layer of perception
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English
It's eye for an eye, but they took both
Lost the tongue that speaks truth
Hearing cries of Agony
The thing that's left is putrid stench
You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse
The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
Prepare your sword
Armour made of foreign flesh
Stripped from previous contenders
An impenetrable fortress
No weapon is cut out
To scratch the surface
Of the truth underneath
What pointless strife
Give up your life
No palace shall grant you refuge
No place to feel snug
Once you take up arms
Neither day nor night shall you rest
You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse
The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
To take your soul
No prophet shall promise you salvation
When the fangs are within reach
No prayer shall be heard
Graves upon graves of unfortunate challengers
Who thought they could take up the gauntlet
Who thought they could face the truth
Beneath the thick layer of perception
Lost the tongue that speaks truth
Hearing cries of Agony
The thing that's left is putrid stench
You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse
The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
Prepare your sword
Armour made of foreign flesh
Stripped from previous contenders
An impenetrable fortress
No weapon is cut out
To scratch the surface
Of the truth underneath
What pointless strife
Give up your life
No palace shall grant you refuge
No place to feel snug
Once you take up arms
Neither day nor night shall you rest
You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse
The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
To take your soul
No prophet shall promise you salvation
When the fangs are within reach
No prayer shall be heard
Graves upon graves of unfortunate challengers
Who thought they could take up the gauntlet
Who thought they could face the truth
Beneath the thick layer of perception
Writer: Michal Szczechura
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid