Burning tires

Watch the mirror, you will find
Spirits of death coming outside
Learn the tales about their crimes
If you wanna keep yourself alive

Because the first command is blood
And the second is death
And the third is flesh, yeah

You're always on the run
Making your own rules
You have done the choose

One way street
You can't turn
Before you die
You may cry

Burning tyres, I'm still running
I feel the fuel that flows in my veins
I am tired, but no stopping
Feeding with meat the crows in the field
There's not chance for the losers
I kill so cruel that pain is my name
Hearing cries, fear is growing
Fate of the weak their ending is near

Because the first command is blood
And the second is death
And the third is flesh, yeah

You're always on the run
Making your own rules
You have done the choose

One way street
You can't turn
Before you die
You may cry

Burning tyres, I'm still running
I feel the fuel that flows in my veins
I am tired, but no stopping
Feeding with meat the crows in the field
There's not chance for the losers
I kill so cruel that pain is my name
Hearing cries, fear is growing
Fate of the weak their ending is near