The Blade - Azrael

Pain, your life is only a book of pain

But your life it isn’t very plain

This possesion of hate

Need to be dread

Say for your defense

«All for one» to be free

(Puente)

And all your lies, all your f**king lies…

There’s like a swictch blade knife

(Estribillo)

Lies like a blade

See you tomorrow!

What do you gain?

You only say sillines

It’s the same

This possesion of hate

Where do you go?

You are a sinner, a sickmen, a stray lumb

(Puente)

(Estribillo)