• The hair of life is in the process or trimmimg
    and i feel i must prevail
    before i get overthrown by my old ship sailed.

    The line of Light is thinning
    for every second i Waist
    with You my Fued
    our Destiny awaits
    to kill for thrill
    our Enemy's Race

    And now our paths are Chosen
    and we may Not agree
    but the Sacrafise we will soon make
    is bigger than everything