The Taste Of Defeat کے بول

All is dealt and done It's written all over my face The gloves are off, all hope is gone Sharp glass I've knelt upon No, my eyes deceive me Such majestic weaving Done by mortal hand Cannot be the one No, my eyes deceive me Such majestic weaving Done by mortal hand Cannot be the chosen one Flaming thoughts Of oblivion, taunting me I'm haunted, I can't escape Pure wrath feels so sweet Yet bitter's the taste of defeat I'm being consumed by rage within Deprived of divinity No, my eyes deceive me Such majestic weaving Won't accept to fall Prove my self to all No, my eyes deceive me Such majestic weaving Won't accept to fall Prove myself once and for all Wide awake, demons in my mind Struck her face Abruptly, as madness seeps in Pure wrath feels so sweet Yet bitter's the taste of defeat I'm being consumed by rage withing Deprived of divinity