Satyricon

Die By My Hand
They ride the winds Avoiding resistance Choosing not to fight Wanting to live To lie another day Pale figures in life And so in death... A painful existence Wanting so much Yearning to be You know you lose And I'm glad it hurts Die by my hand As close as you'll ever get Die by my hand Accept defeat and find peace You seek the truth That you define Waving the flag Of the pitiful (kind) You could never prepare For my battle cry Die by my hand As close as you'll ever get Die by my hand Accept defeat and find peace Aus Songtexte Mania