Legions

Godfeather I see you going down – going down alone Expect to be the saved – saved on your own You reap as you have sown – sown on barren land What kind of road have you paved? Those pathetic words cling so hollow No one really cares for Who it hurts

Handgrenade ballgame, count to 10 and a sec Bombs they are blowing get ready to feel sick Napalm rain, acid tears to boil your blood TMG rhythm, assures the beating of a heart Pay allegiance Praise defiance Become the Legions Join the Legions Molotov