Daylight again, following me to bed I think about a hundred years ago, how my fathers bled I think I see a valley, covered with bones in blue All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been askin’ after you Hear the past a callin’, from Armageddon’s side When everyone’s talkin’ and noone is listenin’, […]

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