Tribe - Sadist

Treachery’s years

Years of obscure death

Here comes the man that brings

Unknown disease, hate & deceit

And noone 's the owner

Of his own life anymore

One life?

It’s war!

One man, his war

This scalp is for my fathers

And this is for my tortured wife

This one is for my lost sons

Is this the way we are?

Time to count blows and blows

You don’t deserve to deal with me… wichasa!

No reason to smile

My legs, my sight, my brain, my hands

These are my only friends

My body smiles inside itself

I known who my enemies are

Now running is forbidden

My hunting has taken another

Bloody way…

Treachery!

No, no more

This is… my death’s singing

This will… make your blood

Freeze

No fear.

this is the only way!