Ratt

Seconds of Frost, We Are in the Air And now it splits all the veins of our age The Rock Storm is the History of the A Daylife fall splitted all the way Do Our Cross Rage in Face, It does not fly in the sky As in every ages, As is in every greet See the Rat and kill With naked tools Decide to love what we hate Test your brain It is not an illusion, Not even the promised land Is this our end? Death Is this? is the life? We do not think to anything else Welcome in the land of rats Ratt Kill