Inhumanity - Mors Principium Est

Again we’re on the line

And this time i feel the day is not mine

Touch gently on the surface

Or crash like hell

I won’t be sacrificed

I let the hours wear my heart

I leave the others to impale nightly moon

And when I hear the call crying loud

I just turn and turn and run away

Impleasant all the way

Still a form of life tradition yet remains

And when its starts to rain

I seek for shelter and blow my storm away

I let the hours wear my heart

I leave the others to impale nightly moon

And when I hear the call crying loud

I just turn and turn and run away