Testo Brutal Dance

Soiled breed
dirty genes
inbred heirs of royalty
disease of greed
no boundaries
damn your spoiled seed

Sour blood inherited
silver spoons on lying tongues
you knew we'd come
it has begun
now face what you have done

Your way invades
and mocks me
makes me what I am
will it take an autopsy
to prove you're just a man

One man
one chance
fated from the start to join our brutal dance
and taste our burned and bitter heart

Here's where they fall
now it's our chance
to show them all
our brutal dance