a gavel, Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh, but I'm, Back in the cipher my foes and friends with a verse and a pen against
Превод: Раге Агаинст Тхе Мацхине. Марш смрти.
The sun is dawning on another sea of blood and mud March against machine guns like lambs being driven to the slaughter Tornadoes of shrapnel The wounded
