, a pilgrim with no deeds? No way! Did you ever think, who would throw it away? A case of confusion? Madness on its way? Silence, dead of the night Killers
deeds? No way! Did you ever think, who would throw it away? A case of confusion? Madness on its way? Silence, dead of the night Killers, lurking behind
Превод: Руннинг Вилд. Тихи убица.
you all a tale Of Utah Carroll, partner And his last ride on the trail In a grave without a headstone Without a date or name My partner lies there silent
Prathers. In the back end of Prathertown there was a lady who lived in a dilapidated home. She had cut outs of wild boars with bloody tusks on her roof
a plane crash aftermath My lyrics is brimstone I got squads caught up in my vortex Coroners is running out of white sheets I change the whole definition of a crime scene Silent
