Ray Koefoed
Brutal Dance
Soiled breed
dirty genes
inbred heirs of royalty
disease of greed
no boundaries
damn your spoiled seed
Sour blood
inherited
silver spoons on lying tongues
you knew we'd come
it has begun
now face what you have done
Your way invades and mocks me
makes me what I am
will it take an autopsy
to prove you're just a man
One man
one chance
fated from the start
to join our brutal dance
and taste our burned and bitter heart
Here's where they fall
now it's our chance
to show them all
our brutal dance
From Letras Mania