Surdus
on march the saints feat klone warz
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March on
Onto the blood-red pastures
Just pave your glistening demise
Lest you be drowned with wealth or joy
Let the memories take the life out of you
Let them be all you can think upon
Make you beg for my hands around your throat
Your Throat
I'll press until the wind stops blowing
Bear my teeth into a snarl
Asphyxiation steals your vision
Last thing you'll see is my smile
On march the saints with their pure white shirts
On march the saints with their death black ties
On march the saints
- Album:
- Tarnished By Decay