take no more lies I kill just by the way that I feel My head is up high Never will I kneel I am a hater I was born to fight in a daily combat But I found
Tercüme: Dark Age. Günlük Savaş.
my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage Engage in combat, beyond
tasted - a Twix bar, which they share in silent, odd delight The girls do not feel at all uncomfortable when the man leads them gently into the dark
