Mactatus. Dance Of Might. Zeneszám

Hold the gift of fire
Hold the gift of hate
Hold the nightmare's secret

An image in your mind of an animal
Eating you up from the inside out
Spirit of the wolf placed inside you
The wolf fights my battle

Feel the price of weakness
Out from the darkness closing in
All the pain in the world can't stop me

The heart you hear is not your own
Your heart stops as darkness came
And won't start till dawn of night, slaying the light

Hold the gift of fire
Hold the gift of hate
Hold the nightmare's secret

I, I see the pain in their eyes before the soul of Christ is raped
Let them, let them, let them be tortured by their own hand
All form of evil from all corners of this earth fulfill my destiny

Fight the battle, don't wait in silence
Dance with the devil, the dance of might
Living in the shadows, avoiding the light