الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Craving for evidences to save me in the trial
Waiting for some force to set me free
Heartbeat increase and the sweat covers me
I force the bars to escape the cell
Wasting my time
I'm a good soul
Don't deserve the trial
With my blood they want to get revenge
But my thoughts
I keep it all the same
Have no fear from what awaits beyond
This life - or death
Sit on the chair and I stare at the king
The judge is not about to change their minds
Rising my hands I start to hide my face
I sing a curse I will not be saved
I had my time
