Оригинальный текст и слова песни Gritted Fangs:
Through the roaring winds
And scalthing lash
I step and mire to my kneels
In viscious sand of plain
Offended I wipe by rags
A bloody had...
Through the roaring winds
And scalthing lash
I step and mire to my kneels
In viscious sand of plain
Offended I wipe by rags
A bloody had...