Fifty Four Lyrics & Chords By Concrete Swords

Dear you know I fear I'm growing weak I left you in the dark for a bottle and cheap company You took me home, gave me a bed or half of yours atleast And my god that was good...read more

It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a people's war, of how things came...read more