Traduction: Saquira. Goulet des Chanteguerres.
I got the call one summer night He said you?re on tomorrow?s flight My mother cried my sister too My father said I?m proud of you I can?t believe it?s
Placed in the wilderness Naked and cold The night draws the warmth from my flesh Howls in the distance The wolves they catch my scent They yearn for
Those nightmares still keep me awake I wish that I could just sleep And when I open my eyes Somehow I don?t feel the same Those visions tell me to kill
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I got the call one summer night He said you're on tomorrow's flight My mother cried, my sister too My father said I'm proud of you, yes I am son I can
Christian slaves and their church must be destroyed raped and killed This is the battlecry ! Their God is dead they praise the corpse now burn their
[M: Cryonic Temple L: Johansson] The soldiers are blue and the indians are red We're fighting so hard just to keep up our heads Shooting and killing
(Can you turn it up?) Let me lay my eyes Let me lay my eyes and try to pin it down Let me lay my eyes on the painting It's hard to put into words draw
Here's a little ditty 'bout Screamin Blue Jillions It was a stormy night there was a cyclone comin' In a back street shack was a young boy strummin'
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All night you can feel all the blood it runs Dying from the death of the machine gun Crying on a field without mercy Death in your eyes you have never
Oh I, I was marked from the day I was born A rebel and I was the one who I am My father could not understand the fire in me There was, there was times
Sharp Like An Edge Of A Samurai Sword The Mental Blade Cut Through Flesh And Bone Though My Mind's At Peace, The World Out Of Order Missing The Inner
No time for words Just choose sides No fear'cause no one can hide No room to keep this inside I'm on the front line yellin' out the battle cry I'm
I hear the sound of a voice Crying out in the wilderness (Prepare ye the way of the Lord) I hear the sound of a voice It sounds like thunder (Prepare
