sanity A bulwark in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard
Isolation Icon & The Blackguard [Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, Music: I.Hate] I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound patricide While clairvoyance killed
Traduction: American Steel. Whiskey, les femmes et Blackguarding (N'est-ce pas No Cure For A Broken Heart).
In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off
