Testo di The Third One

He's already born on a distant land Young, he got the title Of hard-bitten On his marble face We can see the winner In his iron eyes There's only scorn of others He's already born With desire to reign On the system nerve of the world Like a bane No principles or no morality Can stop his race to the victory He is the third one Who can make you Repent life More cruel than All his predecessors Millions of screams and pain To prove all that terror He will bring earth To its' own destruction He really wants to turn you on He is the third one Who can make you Repent life Victory has a taste of blood 'Cause to win, you kill a hood Blood venerated Like a bouquet of roses In the sanctuary Of the evil genius Evil genius