, 07 2011 . 20:00
()
+
- .
.
, - , . , , , . , ( ) -. .
P.S. , , . . .
, 20 2011 . 00:04
()
+
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
, 30 2010 . 02:20
()
+
feels like they just aren't red enough.
, 13 2010 . 18:04
()
+
Aye an a bit of mackeral settler rack and ruin
Ran it doon by the haim, ma place
Well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
And I cried, cried, cried.
Lyrics
The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then craig marion,
Get out wi ye claymore out mi pocket a ran doon, doon the middin stain 4 9 .
livingdeadbtu Picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. well I snatched fer the blade o my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.
Aye! a roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
But as dead, dead as a can be by his feet; de ya ken?
...and the wind cried back.
