N. Geraldo, M. Grombacher)



Fire walkers feel no pain from the coals

Rule my passion, [dream on they can show]

Vengeance is careless, sort of red vision



Swarms fighting, tempers flare, you see the enemy everywhere

Hayshacks like burning bridges in rye

Eleven wars we stand alone, trusting nothing but our own red vision



Anger sharpens your point of view, there's a fire in and around you

Firing high in the realm of your senses

Eleven wars we stand alone, trusting nothing but our own red vision



Blind like a steel drum, hard like a prison

With tears of rage we burn in our red vision



(Solo)



Once again I walk the coals, tiptoe through the minefield of your soul

I've come to take you home



Red vision (repeats)



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