Sundays the bulls get so bored When they are asked to show off for us There is the sun, the sand, and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble Makeshift
a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble Makeshift
Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to show off for us There is the sun, the sand and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for
please be reassured, we seek no wider war Ngo Dinh Diem was the puppet who danced for the power The hero of hate who gambled on hell for his hour Father
dust Hell is waiting where the ocean meets the sand Cliffs of burden where the soldiers rushed into a certain death At the shoreline Blood of heroes
pain Through the ring of fire, I am born again Now you live and now you die Across the lake of gorgon's eyes Crimson blood, a hero's quest Atone for
one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For
time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For
Of Fire, I Am Born Again Now You Live And Now You Die Across The Lake Of Gorgon's Eyes Crimson Blood, A Hero's Quest Atone For Death With Still More
I AM BORN AGAIN [KLYTEMNESTRA:] Now you live and now you die Across the Lake of Gorgon's Eyes Crimson Blood, a Hero's Quest Atone for Death with still
last breath It?s said talk is cheap, but war is expensive I speak cuz it?s free and these words are my weapons Don?t think for a second I will not question
abyss. But with no time to think about black geometry they leaped into the red river for any death would have been better than the one waiting for them
21st century deadline I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood Videogames of the towers fall Homeland security Could kill us all My generation is
bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only
cliches like, "he died with his boots on." Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough the man is. Cagney tough the man is. Hollywood tough the man is. Cheap
alone for so Long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the Man's mind is gone. I walked into a super