Three breaths befor the war.
A time of blood and gore.
The bitter tast of sweat and blood.
The smell of death bodys in the mud.
Befor your eyes a thousand men coming to there end.
Befor the day is over will I meet my maker.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Three breaths befor the war.
A time of blood and gore.
The bitter tast of sweat and blood.
The smell of death bodys in the mud.
Befor your eyes a thousand men coming to there end.
Befor the day is over will I meet my maker.
© BJM 2010