Death Doesn't Have Boobs کے بول

Ride into battle Fear dies with hate Feed off the carnage From it my soul i create I will taste I have seen Still my foe comes after me I will run and i can hide Today is my day to die The arrow finds the ground The leaf leaves the tree The sparrow finds his rest Should it be different for me Embrace the harvest Silence the voice within Bleed out the weakness Let the next life begin I can beg and i can scream But he won't lose his grip on me I can beg and i can plead Death won't lose his grip on me