Texty:
Fate Victory

a musket held in hand Fourteen-hundred Jagers shown This brute force of our own In this icy water crossed What was to be a decisive victory When the

Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please till victory Victory, till victory Victory, till victory Victory, till victory Victory, till victory Victory, till victory

and there right through there is a bright light and tunnel because of your grandma your aunt your uncle they all await you this world overrates you and fate

With the sorcery to alter the future Present and the past, don't be hesitant to ask Me to be the man I'll be the last I'll be movin fast on that ass, I stipulate your fate

suffer but the worst is gone So it's on till the roamin' man have his shelter But if I end up back on the streets again And I had to receive my fate,

It will leave you writhing on the floor... This is so unreal, What I feel, This nourishment, Life is bent, In to a shape, I can hold, A twist of fate

more person crying So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound in your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing Some warn victory, some downfall Private

way Dark realms I went through I arrived My vision's so clear In anger and pain I left deep wounds behind But I arrived Truth might be changed by victory

single thought of victory Weakened by a pronounced sense of fear Smaller nations are starting to disappear Under the sunwheel that fortells this fate