Goddess of War, Give Me Something to Die For
Mike Schleibaum, Nico Santora, John Henry
Winter sun, watch over me
Beyond the end of mortality
At high elevation, my enemy draws near
A celebration of death fills the air
Ride with me
Die with me
The feral instinct guiding me
Kill on sight
Automate the senses
Become a machine
I have an awakening
I am not one of your many swords
Which with you seem to play war
I will not obey anyone anymore
Ride with me
Die with me
The feral instinct guiding me
Kill on sight
Automatе the senses
Bеcome a machine
I have an awakening
Goddess of war
Give me something to die for
The language of the sword
Every day, I am reborn
Goddess of war
Give me something to die for
The language of the sword
I am reborn