Текст песни To Escape Death

I feel a thing in my mind, And it's strange for me. I feel a war in my soul, Something to shake. My hearth is full of a new hate, And it's very good: Now i'm ready I'm breaking sugary images, Saints, and an old world, I'm breaking the puppet strings, I can do it now! To escape death, to escape death, Running into the fear. To be the eyes of a child, And to reset all.