Текст песни
The garden grew with thorns and teeth
The gentle slept in dirt beneath
No mercy for the quiet kind
The peace of heart was left behind
Survival of the cruel
The heavy hand will rule
The predator is King
Survival of the cruel
A million years of sharpen blades
The softer souls began to fade
A history of blood and debt
The ones who kill are winners yet
Survival of the cruel
The heavy hand will rule
The predator is King
Survival of the cruel
Nature calls it ruin
We call it a throne
Building up a kingdom
On a pile of bone
Survival of the cruel
The heavy hand will rule
The predator is King
Survival of the cruel
