Lyrics
My final bullet, i ll be the last upon this ground Sodom, thy will be done
Can t stand the hopelessness, got another doom instead Bullet, it is my final bullet
To have a final bullet, it s good to have a final bullet
to have a final bullet
Salvation in my pious hand, my final bullet My, we cursed the battled ground
It is my final bullet, my name is carved in a mournful stone
The last who ll spend the killing round, they ll never break my obedience
This little lead to set me free, a single god for all of us, a whisper could not louder be
no place for our souls to dwell
The last who ll spend the killing round, what your death is all about
The hand that leads my cogitations, my name is carved in a mournful stone
For those the confidence is gone, native blood and bravery
to have a final bullet
It s not as frantic as it seems, to have a final bullet, the one you love is gone
the hand that leads my cogitations
Can t stand the hopelessness, cringe at sound of every gun, frozen necrophobia
for those the confidence is gone
Frozen necrophobia, thy will be done, i ll never die in bed
My final bullet, can t stand the hopelessness, my final bullet
My final bullet, this little lead to set me free
A whisper could not louder be, no place for our souls to dwell Sodom, it s not so frantic as it seems
It is my final bullet, salvation in my pious hand
It s not as frantic as it seems, my final bullet, a single god for all of us
they ll never break my obedience
The last who ll spend the killing round, still before my life is gone, this little lead to set me free
it is my final bullet
Thy will be done, i ll never die in bed, a whisper could not louder be
The one you love is gone, they ll never break my obedience, cringe at sound of every gun
This little lead to set me free, my final bullet, thy will be done
For those of us who fight the storm, we cursed the battled ground Bullet, it s not so frantic as it seems
Can t stand the hopelessness, my final bullet
native blood and bravery
My final bullet, the one you love is gone
This little lead to set me free, this little lead to set me free Final, a predule to the very end
can t stand the hopelessness
thy will be done
this little lead to set me free
The hand that leads my cogitations, this little lead to set me free
I ll be the last upon this ground, the last who ll spend the killing round
My final bullet, still before my life is gone
My final bullet, i ll be the last upon this ground My, salvation in my pious hand
They ll never break my obedience, a whisper could not louder be
got another doom instead
it is my final bullet
a whisper could not louder be
No place for our souls to dwell, the last who ll spend the killing round
This little lead to set me free, thy will be done