Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend Time to die poor mates, you made me what I am In this world of a million religious everyone prays the same way Your praying is in vain it’ll all be over soon There is no god our creed is but for ourselves Not a hero unless you die - our species eat the wounded ones Drunk with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain Lust for fame, a deadly game