‘Twas God's will I was born a disfigured man Tarred as a freak I turned to a thieving hand Caught and cast-out of town by the village folk Condemned and banished to a life amongst the oaks
With twisting trees as my only friends If I must die here I must first take revenge The humble homesteads round the old church spire As they sleep shall they feel the heat of man-made fire Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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