for a lucky strike Everlasting sorrow Hearts of granite, eyes of steel No faith appear to be within Following the promised land Unmerciless and grim Tombstone, tombstone Tombstone, tombstone
In the desert plains They ride Two faced killers on the battle line No defeat One kind deed And bullets to your brain Here they wanna go to sleep To
Fordítás: Sodom. Sírkő.
: In the desert plains They ride Two faced killers on the battle line No defeat One kind deed And bullets to your brain Here they wanna go to sleep
