Destillery - Timerunner lyrics

Run through the times of history Often expected the chance of glory Would hearts for aims in leaders mind Monstrous offence they left behind Waste in their eyes if they gonna die Take you back to the brink of subordinate Screams of pain reflect in the blade of sword Waste in their eyes if they gonna die Take you back to the brink of subordinate Behave like a god that remains in the end Strength, taste of ammunitions haze Rejection is written in his face Can hear women's whispering cry Ask myself Am I born to die? What does it look like today with illusion Hate and contempt to eventual conclusion Unknown like a star between million specimen You won't break the walls