To the scene of action
He goes in with frighten and scary sound
The sons of Garvey is a part
Of the life and his heart

He felt so good
Starts to rise as a god
But soon it must be a flood
They turn their faces to some different places

Looking for reaction
We turn the pages all around
And What do we find, close your eyes
Violence and fear, growing to be their career

We are frozen by
The sight of them all
Hope is gone last resort
We are frozen by The sight of them all
When they spread Sickness within themselves

Will you lose your breath when the curtain is closed
Walking down the streets of death
Left without any streak
Or the hope of the salvation