Of The Savage Instinct (poema em Inglês)

Instinct presses you not to fight against fear.

We scream with rage when the end is near.

We always try to escape the challenges.

Oh, life is running a constant danger!

We do have time to set the world free.

But some people try to destruct my creeds.

Dictators of my finest hours!

Telling lies to their loyal crowd.

Conscience of destruction come and go.

In my heart, trash they want to throw

Seems to move up to my mind.

But I will show them how they are vile.

I always try to escape from my wild spirit.

My body asks me to fight when I am chilling in.

It emerge from the deep of my conscience.

It makes me feel how bad can be the violence.

Savage feelings run around my brain

While hypnosis seems to arrest me with mental iron chains.

Clutching me out my bones and flesh.

Hypnosis blocks me and leads me to two thousand quests.

I could know how to leave this mission.

But I will stay here and march on.

There’s nothing bad that can’t be worst.

So I can still remain on my work.