Got my hands tied up on my back, and a blindfold everyday
Sitting on a cold iron chair, now I must plan my great escape
I was close to lose my neck, it was suposed to be my end
If I make it I'll swear, that my revenge I'll complete

This curse must be broken
I will be searching for a chance
Otherwise, if I don't do anything
I'll be the next dead man

It was a cold day on a cold September
I got away from trouble and I don't remember
I'll reach my fate and complete my quest
I'll cross thousands of miles to seek my new test
And suddenly I've realised, that someone's craving my demise
That spot must be all mine, this is not the day I'll cry

This curse must be broken
I will be searching for a chance
Otherwise, if I don't do anything
I'll be the next dead man
This curse must be destroyed
I will be searching for a new stand
Some things can't be avoided
I'll be the next dead man

This curse must be broken
I will be searching for a chance
Otherwise, if I don't do anything
I'll be the next dead man
This curse must be destroyed
I will be searching for a new stand
Some things can't be avoided
I'll be the next dead man