Formed By Power by Thundra
Feeling gray, as the pulse seems to die out
Grinding veins as the last stream pulsates into the
muscle of life
Slipping. slipping beyond
Cold, staying in between
Feel the cold steel, burning inside
Snow turning to the colour of my inside
Fade now, why the wait
Numbness takes hold of the feeling that is left
As i walked the high ground with pride
As torched by fighting fire
Do not mistake courage for ignorance
Numbness takes hold, feelings that's left
High ground with pride, do not mistake
See my fists's raised high, see me unfold my power
Gathered power, last attack
The heat of their presence is turned into drops of
their inner fluids
They do not understand, they're lost
Cutting through their pride with mind and matter
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