Born to the life, made to survive...
So, why take a life away?
At the eyes of a god,
Bloody, but's the better way.

Not born to the kills, and no remorse feels...
But for a hard line born to death.
At the eyes of esparta,
From the top of hill thw last step...

Dressed to the fight,
And ready to war.
The blood flavor's in the mouth...

Please tell me what's peace an why
The hate of all makes from me
A alive deadly weapon.

Worlds are colliding,
Day's turning to night...
I'm seeing only the smoke
And hearing the explosions.

While saw the steals...
Mercy can i feel?
But i know all this is real,
Cause i wasn't born to kill.