The Prodigal Son Songtext
von The Cleansing

Fist of a legend
Is lurking within me
You better believe
No victories are for free

My eyes are sharp
Dominating
No laughing stock
For the gods above


A raging fire
I′ll burn you all
Thrown together
While the turmoil unfolds
You crossed the line
You're now my enemy
Look into these eyes
It′ll be the last you'll ever see

I walk blindfolded
But yet I know my path
My senses a stronghold of power
That will break you and leave your face split in half
Dwell in calmness
Waiting is not for the weak
Control every emotion
Strike fast as lightning when the dragon enters

Blood flows in me
The prodigal son
Perfected for the supreme being