Proto-Kaw все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Inside every boy and man was the warring of the clan
They could never let it be throwing bones into the sea
On the seventh day of May, swordsmen slew the Christ of Wray
Left him lie upon the floor a bloody omen for their sport

In the morning cross the land all the lords were there at hand
And the peace that was to be died in minds that failed to see
Pounding hooves tore in the ground scarring all the land around