Текст песни Where Will You Hide

Your blood isn't worth of shit Still it will sell by gallons You knew you had this coming Still no tear of regret Now your fear is the nectar of your foes Where will you hide? Hand of god/Palm of pain Isled of agony/Christened to the cursed name of fame Now your blood isn't worth a run Yet you are chased by numbers You know what you have waiting No more time for regret Now your sweat is the balsam of your foes Where will you hide? Hand of God/Palm of pain Isles of agony/Christened to the cursed name of fame