Vol. 3-Jubileum
Bathory lyrics
Bathory lyrics
"War Machine Lyrics"
Through a Child's Eyes Lyrics
Can we carry on Or must we still pretend That we're really friends Those feelings have gone And we're not the same
Can we carry on Or must we still pretend That we're really friends Those feelings have gone And we're not the same
Burning limbs and deformed steel
The shells cuts through the sky
The corpses fills the the endless fields
It's shoot to kill or die
The gas pours in like yellow mist
You die in kneedeep mud
You sink into that fuckin' smudge
Stichy from a
A Graveyard For Bitches Lyrics
He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon. Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer
ll the fuckin' bloodHe's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon. Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine
War Machine
Tons of steel is pumped across
The burnin' no-mans land
You dig your face deep into the shit
And wait for
Eternal Idol Lyrics
No one said it had to be this way Why are we the victims of their Final word Dying world is killing us so slowly
he command
For medal, your King and country
Will crave the loss of limbs or eyes
For honour you'll need to give
General Death your fuckin' life
Ladders by the hundreds
Firmly placed among the dead
Leading to the hell
That rages on abo
By the thousands you will run
Into that fire zone
Your God and King is with you
But you'll fuckin' die alone
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine
War Machine
No one said it had to be this way Why are we the victims of their Final word Dying world is killing us so slowly
he command
For medal, your King and country
Will crave the loss of limbs or eyes
For honour you'll need to give
General Death your fuckin' life
Ladders by the hundreds
Firmly placed among the dead
Leading to the hell
That rages on abo
Little Child (lennon/mccartney) Lyrics
Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me.
e your headLittle child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me.
By the thousands you will run
Into that fire zone
Your God and King is with you
But you'll fuckin' die alone
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine
War Machine