The awareness, the drive of the mind
Possessed and self driven
A silence benign
[Chorus:]
Ride the winds of fate...
A burning deliverance
It's never too late
The hands of the maker
The hands of the true
What pleasures I feel, a thunderous image of doom
Ripped to pieces
An image sold through time
It's a fight it's a fight
But we are the first ones in line
[Chorus x3]
Come on... taste blood
[Solo: Hexx/Masochist]
RESILIANT TO THE CORE... [x4]