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Now that this hot sand

Drains blood of losers

Will you remember my name?

Cold sense of mourning

Voices aren't calling

Nothing to blame or complain

Red lights in the sky

I'm storm and growin' thunder

I'll stand till the age of Unknown

Passion still gives me form

Through the days freedom grows

I swear to the future at best

And these words do will last

For I'm not dying at all

Back-stabbers and cheaters

Gods and believers

They filled their mouths with such words of peace

So who's the Judas

And who's messiah

Now hanged by nails on a precipice?

Red lights in the sky

I'm storm and growin' thunder

I'll stand till the age of Unknown

Passion still gives me form

Through the days freedom grows

I swear to the future at best

And these words do will last

For I'm not dying at all

Now that this hot sand

Drains blood of losers

Will you remember my name?

Cold sense of mourning

Voices aren't calling

Nothing to blame or complain

Red lights in the sky

I'm storm and growin' thunder

I'll stand till the age of Unknown

Passion still gives me form

Through the days freedom grows

I swear to the future at best

And these words do will last

For I'm not dying at all