Testo di Survival Of The Fittest

Let the drops wash it all away U of a dying mind Remains of forgotten era Once warlord of the night Once stood up knowing The face on the wall Ruled by none Master of all Servant of the one The one with the goat-horns How could u loose u'r sense of strength The sense of pride By ur nails by ur teeth How could u loose Time has come to let go the past to end this comedy of irony In murder and rape to achieve human genocide Now I walk alone the road way Thinking about the past life that will never return The world as I knew it has chanced I don't belong to this society Only death will give me eternal rest No remorse no regrets The tears have no meaning to me Farwell Ignorant fools let down my own powers U filthy one u deserve to die Let the blood drops wash it all away U'r dead era the world is doomed No hope!!!