(Ambrose/Backer)
The key to war is to know your enemy
Blind faith, paved the road to fear.
Sanity and instinct sailing close to near.
Stone dead, get us on our back. A part of your memory slowly turns black.
No rules, provides us to survive.
But living in sin has cut us like a knife.
Death hunt, power makes us strong.
While whispering voices sing. “We can be wrong”.
We’re running and running and running again. I know it sounds crazy.
Still running and running and running again it drove us insane…
Destroy. Blasting glory. Destroy.
Just leave the steps of the devil behind.
Destroy. Blasting glory. Destroy.
And keep the value of lessons in mind.
Destroy. Blasting glory.
Mother nature has come to change us, lived in times of self expression.
Brought us dreams of night romances, takes our life by self destruction.
We’re running and running and running again. I know it sounds crazy.
Still running and running and running again it drove us insane…
Destroy. Blasting glory. Destroy.
Just leave the steps of the devil behind.
Destroy. Blasting glory. Destroy.
And keep the value of lessons in mind.
Destroy. Blasting glory, Blast in glory.
Blind faith, build a wall of hate.
Terms of reality has changed our luck to fate.
Stone dead, our enemies in spite.
And hordes of their war dogs convinced, “We must unite”.
No rules, brought us hell and pain.
The lessons we’ve learned have taught we shall sustain.
Death hunt, fear turns into sweat.
I know, you don’t know, that you’re already dead.
Destroy. Blasting glory. Destroy.
Just leave the steps of the devil behind.
Destroy. Blasting glory. Destroy.
And keep the value of lessons in mind.
Blasting glory, Blasting glory. Blasting glory.