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Are You Ready To Run For Your Life?
lux

I've lost something I lived for
By the hand of the borthers liars
And in the name of the latest door
Four notches'll be traced on the stick

Did you ever thought that you can kill?
Without blood (sliding), without wounds (bleeding)
Inside a shouting dolor, inside I was alive
And now, dying... I'll live with your blood

Sometimes in a life
You've to make choices
Now you've got one
To live, or to die!

ref:
If I live I will kill you!
If I die I will haunt you!
Now the question you've to ask
Are you ready to run for your life?

Are you ready,to run, for your life?
Are you ready,to run, for your life?
Are you ready,to run, for your life?.

Between us, the war is declared
And you can try to face me on the frontline
We lived together many times, suckers
Building a dream of truth and fury
A poison lied into your heart, bastards
Your hypocrisy isn't a lie!

Sometimes in a life
You've to make choices
Now you've got one
To live, or to die!

ref:
If I live I will kill you!
If I die I will haunt you!
Now the question you've to ask
Are you ready to run for your life?

Are you ready,to run, for your life?
Are you ready,to run, for your life?
Are you ready,to run, for your life?.

Sometimes in a life, sometimes make choices
Sometimes run for your life!
Sometimes in a life, sometimes on the frontline
It is necessary to assume and feel
Sometimes in a life, sometimes you can't
Take the easy way and live the next day

(lux)

Not enough blood!
lux

I hope you'll DIE!

I'm living dead now
Walking on a road alone
I stopped to cry now
I want to lick your blood
Just another hate song
About a dream I've lost
Just another hate song
And I'll break them down

pre ref:
Not enough blood over my hands
What did you expect about me?
That I'll stay quite when my dream
Was crushed on your stupidity?

ref:
I hope you'll die
In the fire of my hands
Beating your skull on the ground
Hearing your screams again and again
I hope you'll die
In the fire of my hands
To break down your chest
And you'll feel what I'll feel now

And your burial day
Smiling, I'll dig your tomb
I stopped to cry now
6 feet under, be dust fools
Just another hate song
About a dream I've lost
Just another hate song
And I'll break them down

pre ref
ref

Not enough blood!
Not enough blood!
Not enough blood!
I want yours!!