Do your soul stronger when the wind blows down,
Find everything that turns around..
Shit up my best friend, the wind stops blowing when the sun goes down.
Stand up before you dying, stand your minds in the wrong way out.
Tell me the reason, why the city sleeps around me..find me the squeeze to sound.
Shut up! We going down, underwater...behind the flaming sun want us to revenge like a sardines in a metal clash.
Sit down, stand up..its all you gotta do is wrong. SOUND.
Flames is licking me..im in hell.
Speaking with the devil, standing on my way. GET UP.
Misty morning..the fog is brings me warning. The warning of a death.
"Sing me a song..my lovely daughter" tells the ugly preacher fucking with a devil.
Angels! Here's your requem, on the way to the club..
Did it
© Copyright: Виталий Богачев, 2008
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