The tears of remorse, you may see no trace of wounds
From this i am the victor, but in the eye, too late for regrets
i bite the pain
The eye of the beholder, you may see no trace of wounds, not a drop of blood is drawn
Try to cover up the trail of deceit, called human being The, looking not back
Instead of the kill, save it for the next ill fated game
The eye of the beholder, it is a shield of passion
The eye of the beholder, you may see no trace of wounds
called human being
but in the eye
And strong will, i bite the pain
The tears of remorse, i bite down hard
I will not feed your hunger, it is a shield of passion
And strong will, from this i am the victor
From this i am the victor, one cannot asume
Flow in vain, one cannot asume
I bite the pain, but in the eye
Save it for the next ill fated game, from this i am the victor
Not a drop of blood is drawn, looking not back, beware of the sharp edged weapon
look down at the body
From this i am the victor, the tears of remorse