Moving through the twisted labyrinths and
Tracing paths that're yet to be explored and
Through back alleys still unfathomable,
So that no one would have tracked you down.
You may even run on half-flexed legs,
You're a beast in many ways unique and
You've adapted to the wilderness life
In the ravaged paradise.
Squandered everything, all gave away
For the treasure that is cold as ice,
For the treasure that is cold as ice,
They have sold their souls for vice.
And the fire burns, does not go out,
Only would good fortune favor them,
Only would good fortune favor them
In the ravaged paradise?
Moving through the twisted labyrinths and
Tracing paths that're yet to be explored and
Through back alleys still unfathomable,
So that no one, no one tracked you down.
Moving through the twisted labyrinths and
Tracing paths that're yet to be explored and
Through back alleys still unfathomable,
So that no one, no one tracked you down.