This world dont need congress advice pillars of social fire filled pews of saints kissing hands of rank puritan love in pretty hats and ties so concerned
the rat is resurrected cold blades are yielding the higher infant flesh all is dead and speechless and he screams to burn the bitch cut her from her face
rat is resurrected cold blades are yielding the higher infant flesh all is dead and speechless and he screams to burn the bitch cut her from her face
on the brave He's haunted by images of hell He faced so many years ago Dreaming the images of his fallen comrades In graves so far away from home
Lyric by Marcel] [Arthur:] "Shades`ll grow stronger" a dark voice calls out of the past Minds too weak to with stand to divide higher thoughts from
that my eyes have been denied Home - I'm dreaming of home I've been twenty years away from all I ever knew to return would make my dreams come true
my eyes have been denied Home - I'm dreaming of home I've been twenty years away from all I ever knew to return would make my dreams come true Seasons
is done In the middle of the night Bayonets on, and ready yourself to fight Now raise your fingers and salute the flag And clean the dirt from your dog
mystery I drink deep from the chalice of gold and jade - my senses fade ...I'm mesmerized Stay - like those before I condemn you all - from walk to
