Текст песни Fear Before The March Of Flames - Girl`s Got A Face Like Murder
Fear Before The March Of Flames - Girl`s Got A Face Like Murder слова песни
...we colud see in the distance hundreds of men.their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick.Like scarecrows: too tired to danceToo ashamed to look upTaunted by their shadowsTheir empty stares licked at your backBut at your parade we saw you stand tall"Oh beautiful one" mother sheds a tear"If only we could reach such heights"We are dogs at our waist"This is my love" we hear you say"This is my strength"we catch your spit our lips shine prepared to sing your praisesYou lose your tounge at the scent of burning fleshAnd your mouth was so proud of your existenceI guess you wont be coming home a martyr...