Ambushed Lyrics & Chords By Alfred Newman

Forced into submission, die against their will Skulls will decorate his wall, trophies from the kill Held within tradition, selective twist of fate Twisted, mangled, bloodied...read more

"This is the time I hate Still, and quiet - watching Waiting for them to make their move at night Waiting for them to make their attack Will they come, or won't they? One...read more