November
December 2008
Through the fire and the flames We are dead time bid its stay We march the fight into the cold You shoot it as far as it will go The middle is a covered hill This is where we conquer them arm the cann
Through the fire and the flames We are dead time bid its stay We march the fight into the cold You shoot it as far as it will go The middle is a covered hill This is where we conquer them arm the cann
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