: Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in
Dead trees rise from the snow This is where my path leads me Leads me to misery. They lost their name They will never dream, never hope Without words
all the time that you've sold away. Of all the smiles, laughter and passion. You've left behind. One of many, you file into the lines. Your hopes
world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope for
Übersetzung: Death. They Never Hope.
: There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held
It seems that we're only chasing after the hope and the dreams we have We don't trust ourselves in the present so we linger on to the past Let's go
strong is what I hate The plague that heals your wounds All you believe makes you sane, strong Immune Truth would destroy you You would wish for death
Speechless I lay down my head. Shaking from this feeling of emptiness. Every fucking time I try to create definitions of what my missions are, and why
burning world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope
you?re on your own ten percent of my lunch helps to prevent this young boy from death but I?m sorry for you I?m sorry for you I hope you?ll make it to
: I got another gang story to tell. Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape
me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
a shelf And I don't need nobody help cause I can do this shit myself In a triple-black chevy ride low keystep I hope this nigga ready cause he gon' see death
