Bruised and broken This last ride is a token Found life in death, gold in steel
A band of brothers Against all others Who have tried to hold us down
The last ride of the wicked dead
So sound our final battle cry And raise the skull and cross high They can't take us alive If we're already dead
The last ride of the wicked dead
We were young When we pledged to keep the faith But the fife and drum Are strangers now And the world goes on without us Without us Without usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
