of steel I'm one of a kind, just open your door to one of the faces of war Let me inside I'm just one of the faces of war Senses are dead, reason is
Opium and roses weaned on tears and blood Will rise up like lust And the shadow of my dark consort Shalt extend himself Across the face of the world
letting blindfolded steer Playing the game of fear - run for your life 'coz your last day is near... Just waiting Somebody's in the mood for war which
sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood Will rise up like lust And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend Himself across the face of the
, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood Will rise up like lust And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend Himself across the face of the world
