Tonight a boy is becoming a man
Tonight he will have a gun in his hands
He will never forget the taste of the first time
Watching life disappear in front of his eyes
Time for the snake to change the skin
Reborn time to bleed

No more, no more the weakest one
No more,

Hope fills me up day after day
Inside I still feel it – its hard to believe
Struggling for life are powerless kinds
Victims of greed and deceit
Who cares if you live?
Who cares if you die?
The price for freedom is never too high.

Its blood what you want?
So come