Got my hands tied up on my back, and a blindfold everyday Sitting on a cold iron chair, now I must plan my great escape I was close to lose my neck, it was suposed to be my end If I make it I'll swear, that my revenge I'll complete
This curse must be broken I will be searching for a chance Otherwise, if I don't do anything I'll be the next dead man
It was a cold day on a cold September I got away from trouble and I don't remember I'll reach my fate and complete my quest I'll cross thousands of miles to seek my new test And suddenly I've realised, that someone's craving my demise That spot must be all mine, this is not the day I'll cry
This curse must be broken I will be searching for a chance Otherwise, if I don't do anything I'll be the next dead man This curse must be destroyed I will be searching for a new stand Some things can't be avoided I'll be the next dead man
This curse must be broken I will be searching for a chance Otherwise, if I don't do anything I'll be the next dead man This curse must be destroyed I will be searching for a new stand Some things can't be avoided I'll be the next dead man