Resiliance (Gospel of the Horns)

The awareness, the drive of the mind Possessed and self driven A silence benign Ride the winds of fate... A burning deliverance It's never too late The hands of the maker The hands of the true What pleasures I feel, a thunderous image of doom Ripped to pieces An image sold through time It's a fight it's a fight But we are the first ones in line Come on... taste blood RESILIANT TO THE CORE...