La Morte di Signore di Guerra

January 26, 2010
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Cold as ice he comes on through
Seeking for the life in you
Watching as you quake in pain
Screeching the Lord's name in vain
Why doesn't he take you, can't he see
All of your slow, deadly agony
What a mess, a field of blood
God, bury me deep in thy mud

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