Paroles de Where The Dead Are Glorious
Let the cause you must.Costume us.
Consume us with their
goodwill.
And where the dead are glorious
the dead are out.
Horrific causes condensed among those towers.
No more children
no more children
birth but mine
And I'll say damn you to those premonitions
that played your eyes from headline.
Horrific causes condensed among those towers.
No more children
no more children
birth but mine
And I'll say damn you to those premonitions
that played your eyes from headline.
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