slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again Now those that were left, well we tried to survive In a mad world of blood, death
the pain, the death and the glory And the poets of auld Eireland If we could make chains with the morning dew The world would be like galeway Bay Let's walk over
the pain, the death and the glory And the poets of auld Eireland If we could make chains with the morning dew The world would be like Galway Bay Let's walk over
I feel something in my system It's more than a rhythm It's just a voice calling me back to redemption I'm walking over heated coals Like Shadrach, Meshach
: f/ Capone, Chinky They'll be a man One to lead his people into victory One who goes through time One who seen pain The one who see's the glory That
And now it?s covered in blood And piss, hear me out I?m so dirty babe It ain?t the money, baby Maybe I just do it for me It?s for the glory, maybe I
no regret for lost joy, avoid rotting here. Hidden from the daily world, ugly soul marked by doom. The years have let an acid trance as a treat over humans
Fading foggy reality A mighty thought called freedom Changes the true identity Impulsive lust for power A deadly force mixed with hate The glory of the
our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs And it started all over again Now those who were living did their best to survive In that mad world of death
can see the fear in their cowardly eyes They treat me as a beast, a demon The man who cannot feel Searching for glory So that to be reminded Fighting to death
these nights and it won't be long we all will rise and stand side by side hand in hand bound for glory our foes will fall to be death's bride I'm coming
how does that feel? Turn back from death, get passionate and get alive! Shut your TV set, take another breath and get alive! It isn't over yet, you can rise from death
Gotta tell you a story on a cold winters night You'll be sailing for glory before you know what is right So come over here now, I got a vision for you
dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over
Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it And if you make it death well
my blessings and pray that these haters ain't disrespecting/ Ain't ever no questions/ If we gotta rebel and do some checkin'/ At any second, things can change an death
a record I was a camera until I went blind And now I'm riding, all over this island Looking for something to open my eyes Well I still sing glory from