Heather Alexander lyrics
Heather Alexander lyrics
"Flesh Against The Thorn Lyrics"
Vaginal Bloodfarts Lyrics
Gruesome morbid tale - pussy, red and pale Dripping blood down your leg Someone says she's got a mother-fucking clot Blistering, festeri
Gruesome morbid tale - pussy, red and pale Dripping blood down your leg Someone says she's got a mother-fucking clot Blistering, festeri
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Game Of Triangles Lyrics
Every triangle has three sides it's true There's the wife's side the husband's and my side too What's the difference who's t
Follow orders as you're told,Every triangle has three sides it's true There's the wife's side the husband's and my side too What's the difference who's t
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Guard your wom
Blow Away Lyrics
A man and a woman come together as strangers When they part they're usually strangers still It's like a practical joke played on us by our Mak
n and children well,A man and a woman come together as strangers When they part they're usually strangers still It's like a practical joke played on us by our Mak
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Dawn has broke, the time has
A Song Lyrics
more than motion, more than hope. more than love unties my rope. each breath a fight when morning calls. more than love can feel my fall
come,more than motion, more than hope. more than love unties my rope. each breath a fight when morning calls. more than love can feel my fall
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
(repeat first verse)