If to the storm we made it
our love never faded a bit
let's do the trick all over again
insaine in the brain the main
force against the aliens hit
we spit and kick and trick
for our ticket to heaven, that coin
through walking the line, never alloyne
All battles to come, all pain to scares
is welcomed with Saint Devil and God Mars
the blood we'll spill those we'll kill
will fill up Hell delivered by living our spell
No man can kill our love by even a bit.
