Majestic

To the scene of action

He goes in with frighten and scary sound

The sons of garvey is a part

Of the life and his heart

He felt so good

Starts to rise as a god

But soon it must be a flood

They turn their faces to some different places

Looking for reaction

We turn the pages all around

And what do we find, close your eyes

Violence and fear, growing to be their career.

We are frozen by

The sight of them all

Hope is gone last resort

We are frozen by the sight of them all

When they spread sickness within themselves

Will you lose your breath when the curtain is closed

Walking down the streets of death

Left without any streak

Or the hope of the salvation