You hide a knight inside
You want to kill with pride
You want to stop to hide
You want to start to ride
You're tired of peace
You want to say freeze
Get down on your knees
I'll chop your head down with ease
I'll be the last thing you see
My sword will be the last thing u' ll feel
It'll throw you out of your wheel
Of life
Give me a battle
I want to fight
To feel alright
I have to kill
Or to be killed
To get filled
Finally freed
No pain
No wait
Not getting old
Neither cold
No disease
Die young
With pride
You hide a knight
He is inside
Get on your horse
Show no remorse
Kill them all with pride
Let God decide
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