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...