Inroad
The destine how knew
It earned with pride
The same pride that died already
Died from all banes
Get control of your stinking rain
That hit me duly

One by two
And getting down for an easy way
Kicking out the stein of exaggeration
Pick up that one small grain
And stick it deep into your ground
Didn't you face that right choice?
The same one how saved the faith that
Hit me duly