I am bathing in your angst
I am pressured by dismay
As the future of my pride says roll-up
And folding in your pain
Disillusioned and ashamed
I'll make you fear the name of Shushyaz
I can hear the tears in his eyes
I can hear the crush of his jaw
Humming my victory
Oh hard like sacred stones fly the fists of righteous hands
Sustaining dark demands to roll-up
And softer than the blows you throw goes the mystery of a man
Whom legend understands is Shushyaz
