Φρανκομβριτ
July 8th, 2005, 04:19 AM
torn is my body, my flesh my soul
torn is all that I live for
my country, bombed, by soulless pigs
I'm glad those selfish basterds are finnally dead
but one thing that I shall never forget
is how torn I have felt, as this day never ends
torn is all that I live for
my country, bombed, by soulless pigs
I'm glad those selfish basterds are finnally dead
but one thing that I shall never forget
is how torn I have felt, as this day never ends