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Massacre Of El Kuroke The Dead South

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  • Chwyty na gitarę Katarzyna Szostak
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a Oh glorious father, were have you been,
I've been Ffighting for all of myE sins.
a Mindless games and weary dreams
ThisF madness comes fromE within.

Oh a how did you leave me here see that day
The Fsoldiers took my roseE away.
They a beat and battered, tore and shattered
My Finnocence was lost thisE way.

They Fsay theE devil had thea ir souls.
The Fnight theyE took away mya rose.
The Ffire, itE burned so damna cold.
At the FMassacre ofE El Kua roke.


And a I was just a little boy,

I dreamed to play with flowers and toys.
FBut now I only seeE death.

When a a boys lover is ripped away.

He pulls out his guns' play
FUntil everyone isE dead.


They Fsay theE devil had thea ir souls.
The Fnight theyE took away mya rose.
The Ffire, itE burned so damna cold.
At the FMassacre ofE El Kua roke.
At the FMassacre ofE El Kua roke.

a That's the way it had to be,
I Fgrew back and count to threeC.
Got no reason to reGpent.
a They say a man is a born to kill,
He Flearns his trade and becomes a thrillC.
That's what they did to me Gthen.

a Well, that's the way it had to be,
I Fgrew back and count to threeC.
Got no reason to reGpent.
a They say a man is a born to kill,
He Flearns his trade and becomes a thrillC.
That's what they did to me Gthen.


They Fsay theE devil had thea ir souls.
The Fnight theyE took away mya rose.
The Ffire, itE burned so damna cold.
At the FMassacre ofE El
At the FMassacre ofE El
At the FMassacre ofE Ela Kuroke.

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