Day of the death

Thunder and Lightning, the Gods take revenge
Running, on our way
Blood feeds the machine, Victims falling under cannons.
Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days
No more can they keep us in.
Alone I catch my soul falling to your knees, suffer for his Glory.

To begin whipping dance of the death
Make your deal this terrible hell stop me (Chorus)
So be it liberty or death!!!