I will not give myselve tonight,
Never surrender a fight is just lost when you die.
Blood flows into the rivers styx
And time to die has come now
But now we'll end your pain
The things for which you pray
Fighting for your live is desolate
Because now we will end your fate.
You'll have a misrable Live
Blood flows into the rivers styx
And time to die has come now
But now we'll end your pain
The things for which you pray
But the pain is to big for only one to bare