Beat of the Black Heart Songtext
von Aloan

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one, zero

I give you until ten to live or die
You give me until ten so it′s up to me
To survive or to disappear here
But you think that too
I know you're in my back
We′re both sweating (ten, nine, eight, seven, five, four, three, two, one, zero)

I hear your heart beating
And you feel me breathing
I smell the cold steel in your hand
You see my fear's white reflection in mine

The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart


Well, it's decided, ten steps
Heavy breathing, sweaty palms
Chose my weapon, heel-to-heel
Standing on the same line
My enemy is my pride, my armor is a lie
Only nine steps left, and nowhere for me to hide
So I′ll shoot you when the countdown′s done
Point my weapon at you, and I know you're going down
It′s ironic I don't remember what is going on
But I pull it, trigger of my gun is my savior

Shoot you with the reasonable doubt, still I′ll
Shoot you just to settle our fight, it's a
Too late to not kill away the hate, open up the gate
Cards on the table, separate the straight and I
Tell me where it leads us, what it means, and reasons
What I′m here for

The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to weak honor paces
The beat of the black heart


I turn my cards to my game
And you left me hanging
Put all my faith in this duel
God, don't leave me hanging
With only a black heart left to the one that's standing
I′ma do my last ten steps, turn around, hear me begging now

Already at the seventh step
And I can′t accept
That the future is far behind
Yes I know the dawn is not enough to warm
Our regrets and our lack of humbleness
Only a few meters, dry, pale, dirty, pathetic where butterflies
And birds are singing our stupid dead march, our ghastly countdown

I turn my mind to my game
And you left me hanging
Put all my faith in this duel
God, don't leave me hanging
With only a black heart left to the one that′s standing
I'ma do my last ten steps, turn around, hear me begging now

The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart, oh, hey
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart

The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to weak honor paces
The beat of the black heart