Thrown into the battlefield. Where steel and flesh colides. Forced to draw my battleaxe. And join the boiling chaos.
Hunted through the hills. On our scornful retreat. Yet I escape and. Lived to teel of this warfield hell.
Bonesaw bonanza. They sever our rotting limbs. Bonesaw bonanza. Gangrenous we twist and turn and die.
Bonesaw bonanza. The battlefield took kits toll. Atleast I saved my head. And didn't haev it roll.
Wounded by a battleaxe. That cut my arm in two. I now lay down to rest. Among the wounded rest.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.