Robbed of a mothers love at birth (left to drown in blood) he was to die beneath her corpse.
Meant to rot in a cesspit of despair, born to die as a waste of air.
Blood and Guts, Blood and God's Hand
Raised as a child one shorn of fate in a fit of rage he, knows a violent destiny will await, only life by sword shall reign
And he never to death be slain. Blood and Guts, Blood and God's HandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.