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Feel that strange

Weakness of your hands. It’s

Part of your

Human mold.

Free your rage,

Search for any chance to

Change the core

Of your soul.

Throw wicked flesh

To the pack of hounds.

Meet burning hell

And call it home.

Now your dreams

Spin like gear-wheels and

Fuel flows

Through your heart.

Wear the skin

Crafted from the steel and

Find your soul

Torn apart.

Alter your fate,

Change your destination.

Hunger and pain

Will light the way.

Refrain :

Let the rain

Wash away

Sins from your metal wings

Hold your breath

Let the death

Sing on your metal wings.

Alter your fate,

Change your destination.

Meet burning hell

And call it home.

Refrain.