thrust to death thirsty to taste the blood so fresh across your lips This is where we are
Both sides the enemy Killing the ones they love For only are wants just killing anything to belong
Fearfull cries Sick illed minds they have turned into zombies of war only to walk the path so many others had before to kill only the other side To rip the flesh apart and dine.... on the night we all end life
Fionnia · Tue Apr 14, 2009 @ 10:06pm · 0 Comments |