Majestic

To the scene of action He goes in with frighten and scary sound The sons of Garvey is a part Of the life and his heart He felt so good Starts to rise as a god But soon it must be a flood They turn their faces to some different places Looking for reaction We turn the pages all around And What do we find, close your eyes Violence and fear, growing to be their career. We are frozen by The sight of them all Hope is gone last resort We are frozen by The sight of them all When they spread Sickness within themselves Will you lose your breath when the curtain is closed Walking down the streets of death Left without any streak Or the hope of the salvation