The warren is empty tonight, blood spills on toiled ground fur will hang in ragged clumps Upon the hedgerows
Peace is lost to us now, a fettered ideal x 2
They are the warmongers And they will make our laws A paw will fall upon the weak They will mark the day
In death we make our charge, our last lament x2
To turn the tide, in our numbers; the final will fall - they have our fear We have the will A battle cry will sound out shrill against the night and with it our retribution;
the warren is empty x 5Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
