Night is coming down, fog is all around The beast is leaving his bloody home The smell of blood is in the air People die if he wants the throne And they fall down, down on their knees Mercy is a word that he don't know
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Locked up doors, don't get out The beast makes death like a game He bursts heads, thrash all down He destroys and feels ever the same And they fall down, down on their knees Mercy is a word that he don't know
Storm Of The Beast, Storm Of The Beast Storm Of The Beast, Storm Of The beastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
