Payback - Guardians Of Time

So your life seems shining bright

Time to turn day into night

There’s a price upon your head now

Just one chance to:

Pay you back.

Make you bleed

Face the fact.

Make you scream

So your day has turn to night

And my night has turn to day

All because that hidden thought

The thought that wants to:

Pay you back.

Make you bleed

Face the fact.

Make you scream

Raging, hating, driven.

Purpose of the soul

Flying like a bullet aiming for its goal

No more bright horizon.

No more lighten land

Amused by the thought that you died by my hand

Now I am beyond the skies

Raised above what lies behind

As the darkness clouds my mind

Hate is growing, easy to find

Pay you back.

Make you bleed

Face the fact.

Make you scream