Born Of Osiris. Brace Legs. Zeneszám

So distinct and out of reach.
Now we're laying awake. We can't stop it.
Now don't beg for mercy. Fight.
We never stop walk onto your death and bring you glory back.
Your blood will be shed. Love we're willing to take.
It's all a mistake. Tell me fate.
Take it away. It will never end and we have just begun.
Victory and glory give it up, we never stop