have turned to dust, seven dust You can kill my pride but my head's still flying My grain My grain My grain My grain My grain My grain My
?/ Word to the wise my instincts rise All your heros are gone and the proud Ones have turned to dust,.. Seven dust... You can kill my pride but my heads
Переклад: Corrosion Of Conformity. Мій зерна.
trust?/ Word to the wise my instincts rise All your heros are gone and the proud Ones have turned to dust,.. Seven dust... You can kill my pride but my
