3 acessos
The wind it blows this time of year, it chills my soul and all my tears. And I don't know how we got here, my friend....
Wars may end but memories kill. They say they won't but they always will. And one more time straight up that hill, again.
How deep the water runs.
How close the devil crawls.
Fathers and sons, oh lord forgive us all.
The lines you cross, the lines you can't, a quiet rage, and a darken tin. Have all the days that we've spent been in vain?
How deep the water runs.
How close the devil crawls
Fire up your guns. Oh lord forgive us all.
How deep the water runs.
How close the devil crawls.
Look what we've done.
Forgive us all.
Forgive us all.
Forgive us all.