Текст песни Warriors - Bullet

We roam the city streets, dead of night
Our minds are drawn to the dark
Lonely figures surround the street lights
Casting shadows on the walls
Something is stirring up a tension in the air

We walk the back streets to avoid the light
Our minds are set to survive
We dig behind enemy lines
But will not stand to be confined
By the power in the numbers of the hunters on our tail
We won't go down

One night on the run
One chance to bring it all home
One night in the city
One chance before we go down
Among the blackface and the cigarettes
We're gonna break away
We are the warriors

We are the outcast rebel band
Crawling up from underground
There's a cold wind sweeping in
As we make the final run
Fear destroys strength from the winds that crush our backs
But we won't go down

One night on the run
One chance to bring it all home
One night in the city
One chance before we go down
Among the blackface and the cigarettes
We're gonna break away
We are the warriors
We are the warriors