Burn fast my chariot
Drawn by seven hungry redeyed wolves
Your guide is blinking
Your rein is cuting to the bones
Burn fast my chariot
Steep the darkness with my innate curse
But fear the deamons
Who whispering about control
Couse wolves will tear you flash
In any minuite
If they will feel the smell of doubt
Or drope of weakness
Race of endless night
withot the choise
withou the backout
And we will fall
Into the gulf
Or we will rise
Like firewing birds X2
Callosity is crust your palms
Like oat of mail
And old scars from rapacious teeth
Are mark your fails
Couse wolves will tear you flash
In any minuite
If they will feel the smell of doubt
Or drope of weakness
Race of endless night
Withot the choise
Withou the backout
And we will fall
Into the gulf
Or we will rise
Like firewing birds X2
Someone is always deep into this race
Someone is praying for the rain
They pray for the shrive rain
Hold the rein tight and search the lighthouse
In this lunacy
Until the forks of flame won't stope the agony of running wheels