Middle of Fight
Now sun is rising up in the ninth time. We have flooded with a blood all world, we are tired. My blood has become i na fragrant wine, Your blood has become in devouring fire. 666 - your shield, your sword - your venomous tongue, I'm fighting with feeling of doom, but it is a life. Past, present, future are standing beyond me in rank And to kill to save yourself is becoming for me rife.