Vārdi:
Agent Steel Skeptics Apocalypse

to run out of spite Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel

Seven bowls cast on the land Sinners walk proud show their private lives Depict deception the wrath is on Kiss of a queen bite of a snake Deadly poison

In the mist of a windswept plain We carried the gifts that our priests had restrained Chanting awaiting the gods of the sun We're children of sorrow

Sono l'inganno che non vuoi scorpire. qui per te I mutamenti sono dei servi Ed u un grande padrone che ora vuole il tuo nome Inocula Inocula Inocula

Pumping blood through my veins Sweet virgins sacrificed Screaming with pain Drifting through night air Life's so insane Dark scattered figures Shooting steel