The Murder Lyrics & Chords By Lena Philipsson

The gathering now of storms within That whip and rip the stead, joined at the head Dying to make ready for the deliverance to the land The swarming devourers, the murder Here...read more

I won't untie your hands. I won't let go of the knife. I won't stop beating you. Til skin runs red I won't give you a second So you can tell me to stop The sickness is...read more