Letra de 'Vendetta' de Twisted Minds

Let's fucking burn the cash
And tell about our revenge,
As we march off to die,
Under the doomsday clock bell !

With tears in my eyes, and a contempt smile on their face,
The jackals lick their lips, as I'm stuck in the device of the State.
One match in my hand, at every dawn I draw away !

Let's fucking burn the stocks
And tell about this revenge,
As we march off to die,
Under the doomsday clock bell !

The old mercenaries of 29 put away
The figment of reason, the vows of suspicion that could've helped (us)
Refrain from this madness, at least for the sake of my faith, our faith !

Bend down! Who could ever believe?
Who could ever believe in what you pledged?
The dawn! We'll come across at the dawn
With this match in our hands we'll pass the word

Let's fucking burn the state
And take the final revenge,
As we march off to die,
Under the doomsday clock bell !