Teksty:
Dr Death

set-trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nathin' but a buster I'm stranded on death

it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya? Ain't nathin but a buster I'm "Stranded on Death Row

He summons those who are standing On the sideline of our society. Those who have lost their way. His behaviour feigns the noble heart But inside is the

On this rainy day. In the middle of nowhere. I lost my life. On this rainy day. What have I done? Where am I going? Is this the end. Or is it a new

It's the time of the awakening. The fear of a monotonous world. Each day embrased by invisible bounds. My imagination is destroyed. I'm standing alone

They stand in front of you, Weapons in their hands. Helmets of hate cover their heads, Too blind to see their fate They cannot see the abyss That twists

[Instrumental]

The time of the awakening is near. Your soul rebels inside your heart. Cold wrath flows through your brain. Full of hate you are lying there. Humid

Tłumaczenie: Agressor (Brazylia). Doktor Śmierć.