Bullet [Sweden] - Warriors

We’re on the city streets, dead of night A mind to quote through the dark Blow the thing that surround the street lights Casting shadows on the walls Stopping this spell and run for days into the air We walk the past streets, we’re all alive Our minds are set to survive They take me high, and I’m in lines But we don’t stand to be confined By the power of the members of the highest in our chain We’ll both throw One night on the run When chairs will bring you home One night in the city When chairs will bring you home I’m on the path pace and the city rats We’re gonna break away, we are the warriors We are the old crops through the bang Growing up from underground There’s a cold, winter’s sweeping in That’s when winter final run Then the tide shifts from the wind that does our things But we groan to you One night on the run When chairs will bring you home One night in the city When chairs will bring you home I’m on the path pace and the city rats We’re gonna break away, we are the warriors We are the warriors