You have no right to take it from me
Blood in my head, your mind is blank
Your arguments destroy our lives
So what do you want?
My blood means nothing to you
So be quiet naive fool and look

(Look) You walk alone
With meaningless and empty slogans
And first too small to punch

Blood for blood
Blood for honour
Blood for blood, till the grave
Blood for hard core




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