6 acessos
I kept running in the woods
As fast as the ancients could
Could not fight these kinds of beasts
Who live for gigantic feasts
I don't want 'em to cut my hair
My strength would fall from my head
Changing the way i speak
Until i'm becoming weak
We'll be reborn (kluskap o'kom!)
Behind the sun (kluskap o'kom!)
Just like the storm (kluskap o'kom!)
Will ever come (kluskap o'kom!)
There goes the self-esteem
In the fumes of gasoline