I remember of that day, as i walked that empty way.
On a gloomy night, full of foolish pride -
A sense of yesterday
Behind blood,
Sweat and tears, a man without fear.
On a sacred night, full of my delight - the devil's in my ears
Hang around the foolish way, of smashing thousands in a row.
Realise that violence speaking, in your mind the seed is grown.
In your mind the seed is grown, the seed is grown.
Reaper Crew - distention over fire, land and ice.
Faster, on my every move, i want falling in disguise.
No one saw that "fire-run", and no one saw the truth.
Beaten by the Reaper Crew is beaten by divine - now make your move.
