Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Abney parkНазвание : Holy WarДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : steampunk darkwave industrial gothic goth Видео:
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lost children as the mortar fire broken in Nights cold, slipping through the cracks breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster. Hunger gnaws, I can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot like, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls. Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. Nameless, but I no the faces of the kids I sleep in Jezebels lair with Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises. Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind or life left him. Some times I can find a gun on a pistol or a knife to use. Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars. Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar won't buy my justice. Pearless clothed less then a war torn child should sleep or focus. Once I watched as a cannon slot fell through the stained glass window of a church on my street, once I sat on a steeple now laying in the church yards playground. Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars. | Похожие исполнители:
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