The chase is on, the traps are set
Won´t let them drag me back there again
The ball on that chain, it bears my name
To tame the beast in me
I still believe in life before death

It fuels the fire in me

I will run ´til I die
Under these black skies
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm

As darkness falls the hunt goes on
The hounds of hell have picked up my scent
The rain pours down, I´m still running
My breath freezing the air
We may be born to astride the grave
But I will not die a slave!

I will run ´til I die
Under these black skies
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm

Under these black skies
In the eye of the storm

I will run ´til I die
Under these black skies
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm

I will run ´til I die
Under these black skies
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm