by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
This story is fortold by men who makes stands and never fold and it’s so old, the enemies call us the “crazy 44”. So this is were we stand our ground, this is were they die. It’s cold as fuck
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
I Just killed a man with my bare hands. Guys like that are’nt built to last. I was slow but he was fast. I hope he died a happy man. It’s time to die. You can die from a building collap
by By The End Of Tonight on album A Tribute To Tigers
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
Here we find a few lessons and statements we never learned in school and that’s why we made them. I’m so glad you passed your exam, we all made it thru and that’s all they came with. I could
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
The hunters are here, straight killing-machines. They’re kicking and screaming and willingly killing, unwilling to bleed. A hate-infested entrap- and then festivity-scene. I guess we call of t
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
She walks the way she cam from on her way home, it´s nighttime now. She stops and stares at streetlights, lucky to be alive right now. There’s tears in her eyes and blood in her underwear, feleling
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
What would it take for my actions to be glorified when foreign spies implies that i´m the sort of guy, born to die for the pride and endless struggle of despise, and the broken kind on contract for t
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
They be tracking us so you better stay hidden or our braintrust can expect us severed and riddled. We got no stature of liberty, we the last of the villains, so let’s make a run for it. Aim for the
by Follow Him to the End of the Desert on album The Dalecarlian Book of the Dead
It´s not a very habitable place, my hometown is just a hold-down of profound Nazis and cold minds. It´s funny how they defend this preposterous mindstate, when these so-called “underdogs” ride