A Cold Dark Night. Other. The Plight Of Rache Brone. Zeneszám

Get your guns
write your letters tell your families goodbye
this war will be never ending
upon horizon lies a thousand lies and fallen men beg for mercy
I'm taking back the innocence you stole
in return for the death you gave
so get your guns
hold your life in your hands
so I'll take you to a place
where he can have his way with you oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies in pity
oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies
so ill take you to a place
so we can make it an even race
I'll put you in your grave where your better off alone
and when I'm done... he can have his way with you
oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies in pity
oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies
so get your guns

(Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)