Guts Out - Гнёт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Whose will I was placed in this rod of evil? Night nightmare, he is in reality, I am waiting only for the hour when I break this connection. I’ll run out of a whip from under the oppression, weakening a grip of hundreds of ferocious claws. And every day it seems to trample me, leaving the wretched in the cramped of these walls, I slowly gasp in the icy darkness, in a silent cry in a dumb void. Each new day is the next step down the stairs of death.