Lyrics Victims - Tyranex

Victims

One hundred men
Marching aside
The brave
For glory and fame
Masses thirst
For blood of the first one
Who will fail
In this game
A mother’s screaming
But her son won’t
Revoke from the dead
Crushing legs
Heads on the ground
When evil no longer is bound
I will take you one by one
March of slaughter has begun
In shadows I lurk
And watch your greed
For death of the ninety-nine
I sense your mortal
Repented temptations
Of being the last man alive