Red - Posthum

The fear of men, the fear of evil

I am the born resistance, you are the pity broken shield

Night after night, awake, afraid of tomorrow

And so the age begins, the age of fearless hate

The path is chosen, I will never kneel

What once had control, fled from my head

Why are you alive

When you never choose to live

The power to ruin

The wrath of a thousand wars

The will to possess, to conquer

Forever the war goes on…