Belief becomes the last stand,
broken hands,
so I fall just once,
moving on,
so I become the running sands;
through the sands of time;
befallen by what's mine,
so give me the crime,
I'll take my gun;
forgive me for the dark side of the sun,
the netherworld has begun;
as I break out from the underworld,
give me the gun for the war,
cause I'm ready for you....
