I've lived in the waste for so long it has started to run in my veins. Trapped in a prison of flesh bound to its rusty chains. I can't breathe in this unholy hell, I must head for the wild lands. I have accepted my bitter end, at least my fate is in my own hands. I march under the sun. I march in the night. Take one step closer and I'm out of your sight. Don't come after me, it's the end of the day. My destiny is to burn myself and light my own way. Die for his sins like he did for yours, if you don't have the power to carry your own sword. I'll never take part in your endless crusades. Only the weak follow another man's blade. I march under the sun. I march in the night. Take one step closer and I'm out of your sight. Don't come after me, it's the end of the day. My destiny is to burn myself and light my own way. Flesh prison.