Horrors run thru my viens like rushing trains
brushing lanes past 'em quick crushing brains
slush is left the ultimate cause of the death
cleft grooves in souls when it starts to moves its cold
bold staying just a memory erased minds to roll
it never folds its always up for the challenge
curving thru ur rearview fast coming round the bend
it was sent by me created for free to fly around
u'll die by sound and i wont cry for mounds
my crown is never stolen forever golden
bound with crosses it is togther holding