Seven Lyrics

Your blood runs cold,
Colder then the fear
In your eyes
And mine wont look away,
this time
The life you led,
Has cut through your souls depth
Now its your hour,
Its time to reap what youve sewn
Cower,
The lifes you rape are not your own,
Its our eyes that blind,
Cut out the ones,
that look away,
My weakness ends
So does the reign of your destrucion,
Power...
Cut through the weakness,
Break the bones
In hands that hold me back,
Hour
Its time to reap what youve sewn
Cower,
The lifes you rape
Your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold,
Break the bones,
In hands that hold me back,
Break the bones,
That hold me back,