This old heart, is beaten but not broken
These old scars, they show I don't back down
it's my time, to stand up and be counted
it's my chance, to turn it all around
Now the wolves are circling in the darkness
closing in just outside the flames
they smell blood but in their eyes I see weakness
For they know this old dog won't back down
This old mind, got books of words unspoken
These old eyes, have seen a lot of strife
it's my time, to get up and start living
it's my chance, to get it turned around
Now the man, who writes the blacklist knows about me
he's heard tales, and I'm sad to say they're true
but it's my time, to stand up and be counted
it's my chance, to turn it all around

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN