Meria mortre ever greet shawel Graing graing gra ( graing graing gra ) Mertis a moti e chest a gron tu Saing saing sa ( saing saing sa ) Mi af marka
in your eyes! You want me lost You want me dead You sold your soul for business The things that I loved are falling on me Dark built the new world.. You re burning
be something new? after sorrows and other lies I' m fed up with this shit blood will flow out of my veins Stop!! Shut!! Fuck!! You shout.. I' m burning
were fed up well I second that and I reckon that you tried so I don't place a blame that you took the fifth, and the first flight out of town, into the