This Touch. last touch. this touch. won't break me. and traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow. wrapped in barbed wire. a word too soft to be spoken
Blood boils over, warping veins Burnt skull collapses onto melting brains Spontaneous death, up in flames Twisting and writhing as life burns away Until nothing is left but charred
Years of torment Savage torture Strung up bodies Ready to die Doused with fluid Blow torch flaming It's time to die Roasted alive Death... burning flesh
Allah, Mohammed, Char, Yaar
My sister Benn through it all No one could dis her Or it was only just how we roll Swore we'd be that way 'Till we were gray and old Then he came I fell
touch. Won't break me. Now I. I see you. I'm sorry. I'm not sorry. a word too soft to be spoken. wrapped in barbed wire. and traveling amongst the charred
Tradução: A Static Lullaby. Los campos calcinados de nieve.
Tradução: Hojas de otoño. Los restos carbonizados.
Tradução: Char. El cazador se ahogó.
Tradução: Char. Otro mundo.
Tradução: Char. No mueren.
Tradução: Char. Centro de la ciudad en el amanecer.
Tradução: Char. Mirando en sus ojos.
Tradução: Char. Funhunt.
Tradução: Char. Cuidado con los mentirosos.
Tradução: Char. Oh.
