Midway Lyrics & Chords By Trikk

the red knife comes to mind. the one that bled nothing but rust this time years ago, ages ago. stuck in the ground by rabbit traps that mark my way back home. cold days come faster...read more

Send them over the waves, our sentinels They report in the news, position of our foes This battlefield's been chosen, tactically in advance Time to alert our fighters, we're soon...read more