Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Job For A Cowboy
• Titre: Knee Deep
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
His landscape has been scorned with death. Once a city now laid to ash. A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side. Chased away, consumed from his fixations. This man's life went down in flames. Chased away from what he's created. His hunger grows There is no end to this life of fixations. Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell. He will remain a walking corpse as his legs will move forward For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave (more of) (the blood) (he seeks). For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child. For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child. For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child. For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child. He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son. A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side When buried his tomb will breathe. His hands will rise from his shallow grave. Begging only for sleep. Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell. Dear father, I'll be waiting, I've saved you a seat in hell. He stands knee deep, in the blood of his bastard son. He stands knee deep, in the blood of his bastard son