Текст: Soilwork. A Predator's Portrait. Bastard Chain.

Searching for power,who is to blame?
You weak little bastard
Bound to symbols of pain
Hiding in shadows, a pungent smell

You haven't decide your own fate 'cause
Your story of life is too bitter to tell
Your dying eyes with a cowards reflection
Heading for the true direction, forward to die

Bastard chain, with souls
So lame the bastards chain
Bastard chain, with souls
So lame a bastards chain

So you say your mind belongs to them
Turned upside down again and again
Feel ashame, feel ashame
Yourself to blame, yourself to blame

Only yourself
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame

Bastard chain, with souls
So lame the bastards chain
Bastard chain, with souls
So lame a bastards chain

Helpless you will devour
Everything that comes before your eyes
Citizens of restless power
Never let your scorn rule your fate

Your fate, always dragging you down
To the ground
A disgrace, a disgrace
Your masterrace, your masterrace

Only yourself
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame

Bastard chain, with souls
So lame the bastards chain
Bastard chain, with souls
So lame a bastards chain

Hey, won't you tell me your name
And justify your way of thinking
Walking the stairs
Of the manipulated ones

Only yourself
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame
Only yourself you can blame