Übersetzung: Bloody Sand. Niemand weiß, warum.
Übersetzung: Bloody Sand. Scheint wie gestern.
Übersetzung: Bloody Sand. Story Of A Killer.
Übersetzung: Bloody Sand. Blood Keeps Falling.
: Moon shining down through the palms shadows moving on the sand somebody whispering the twenty-third psalm dusty rifle in his trembling hands somebody
Devil? Who can rid the Earth of this evil? The World is in the bloody hands of Fate, Warheads burn, they can't return, The hour is too late, The Sands
we planned it all this way pressure on julian swimming in yellow pissy water, sand getting in beween the ears no blood in head in this bloody weather,
when I'm gonna buck it all tha way ta depend I don't needin' no friend, I Friends, deep with tha sand in tha ships So win again, and again, and will ah
s blasted. They got my man from the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men. If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand. Now follow me,
s who don't believe Confess me father I have sin but maybe Angels really sing Fot the man who would be king We laugh at your religion You people of the sand
the parish oh lord i wanna go back to the land that i once knew far past these fields of bloody snow back to the sand back to the sand back home again
: Don't kneel in the sand, defend your land The kiss of racism is touching your head I'm not god, I'm a political man A leader, a lawyer against tyranny
and come follow me They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel, And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell And on those bloody beaches
Bloodstained wine. It sweetens our time Here we seek the final salvation Go to hell! I'm headed to the promised land Swam boiling surf, trod bloody bloody sand
Bafflin' all through the history of no man Since fuckin' with the mystery of Stonehenge Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers Mind blowers, nobody knows what for sure Bloody
seven-headed dragon talking to the eagle The two-headed snake illustrates a caution to the people Electronic fog, alien bibles, crop circles at the sand
in the flowers Just like the candle snugged at awn You're hear, you're near, you're there and then you're gone La da die da die da die da die Suffering in sinking sand
Giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things Continue to rain and cause screaming pain And the arctic stains From silver blue to bloody red As our feet find the sand
