When I sitting on my floor behind enemy close the door. I'm not a manowar, but inside me still is a war. I'm looking on my face and don't see my eyes, my life is race and full of fucking lies. Fear! I have weighty reason, keep so far away, life is a fucking prison! I have been sleeping a many years it seems, Fallen angels at my feet, I'm too lost! Some face it haunt's my once dreams, I lay dying, I'm ghost! Fear! I have weighty reason... Follow like a many mans before, follow death and I'm looking for... Fear! I have weighty reason...