Do you mind if i sit for a while? By your gravesing of solid pain. So proud to be
a warrior, fighting in the war, feeling the power of being the conductor composing
his own death scream choir. You put out the lights without an ounce of fear, and as
i feel the windfilled rain running, dripping from my ears, I can still hear your pipe. Your pipe of pride. Did you hear the wardrum, heating slowly? Did you feel the fighting
glory? Grass no longer growing, I can still feel hate flowing. For some faithful mind
you're always nineteen. Was it worth it?
a warrior, fighting in the war, feeling the power of being the conductor composing
his own death scream choir. You put out the lights without an ounce of fear, and as
i feel the windfilled rain running, dripping from my ears, I can still hear your pipe. Your pipe of pride. Did you hear the wardrum, heating slowly? Did you feel the fighting
glory? Grass no longer growing, I can still feel hate flowing. For some faithful mind
you're always nineteen. Was it worth it?