Few miles away - Glory awaits
Few miles away - glory awaits.
I will run through the distance -so what if thorns are ready to welcome me.
I will bleed red - painting the path which demands sacrifices - I knew it would be hard- no surprise it is not filled with ices.
Don't wanna back down, have my will riding the rage- have been in darkest of the cage.
Now - I am chasing the brightest ray-
it will lead me to the destiny which longs me from few miles away.