When Blood floods in your eyes When Death dances next to you You laugh with despise in her face Today it is not your day to die There are still enemies
your knees For the Phantom Lord Soon to fill our lungs the hot winds of death The gods are laughing, so take your last breath Fight fire with fire
Don't disturb The beast The tempermental goat The snail while he's feeding on the Rose Stay frozen, compromising What I will I am Bend around The wind
searching for the light I'm a soldier so I fight, till I'm running out of breath And I ain't running from the devil, it's war until the death Dear Lord
the Phantom Lord Fight Fire with Fire Soon to fill our lungs the hot winds of death The gods are laughing, so take your last breath Fight fire with
sick pleas, the time has come to fight for your faith. EVOL, my Lord, send me to drive you, the storm of death we will bring on earth. Thunder, Plague
full of nitroglycerine to the local knife fight Thanks for listening to the glistening but mangled mind that's blown like "A Wind in the Door" by Madeline
