, no, no, NO! We no want no weapons of mass destruction No weapons, no! No weapons, no! no weapons, no weapons, no weapons, no No weapons, no! no weapons, no weapons, no weapons
Tercüme: Steel Pulse. No More Silahlar.
past the wounded You shouldn't have assumed we'd take time to breath Fuck tricks, I've got alot more weapons up my sleeve I'll tell you when I'm finished
standing, weapons in hand... aye, all sword fodder. Entwined in war-fogs... Entwined by war-spells... Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel
