Текст песни
Glimpse of a grin
Clattering teeth
Gleam of a blade
Clenching the fists
Predators’ feast
Caught on the tray
Ready to cheer
Faint-hearted prey
If God had meant us to fly
He'd have given us wings
It’s high time to defy
Confront and enter the lists
The pride raising from knees
The dignity keeping head high
The cowardice that kills
At last should itself die
Running for life
Trying pull through
Here comes the end
Fears proved true
Dinning in ears
Blood smells like iron
Cannot hide tears
Bunny-like lion
If God had meant us to fly
He'd have given us wings
It’s high time to defy
Confront and enter the lists
The pride raising from knees
The dignity keeping head high
The cowardice that kills
At last should itself die
