nineties Heaven feel like 1984 Your finger on the trigger of a 12-bore in the dark When justice knocks upon your door Send for the Eirenarch, send for the Eirenarch
cash' You hide beneath oak tables when the windows start to smash The natives are revolving open season on the scum Sit back and wait forever for the Eirenarch
Fordítás: Skyclad. Eirenarch.
