Twisted Fate - text

Decide your own fate
Fuck their destiny!
Make your own life.
The silent bell.
Are we so weak, we dismiss this all as destiny?
Children starve.
Exiles are condemned to concrete beds.
The old laying on their death beds.
Through bitter winter nights, a silent bell rings out
The warmth of our world is chocked by sadness.
Twisted fate - The work of power's hands
The word "Resolution" is not worth the paper.
We must wait to find the haloed path.
No matter how high the bones are piled,
time will bury us all.
Still, I pray for a light to guide the damned.
Decide your own fate.
Fuck their destiny!
Make your own life.
In the inferno.
Twisted fate - The work of power's hands