Black clouds on the horizon. Great thunder and burning rain. His chariot pounding, I heard the heavens scream his name. I watched as he shouted. To the giants that died that day.
Grand father, tell me a story!. All right, go and get your storybook. No, no, not one of those, a real story. A real story?. Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy.
Thank You For The Kool Aid Reverend Jim. We're Glad To Leave Behind Their World Of Sin. Our Lifeless Bodies Fall On Holy Ground. Rotting Flesh A Sacrificial Mound.
Thank You For The Kool Aid Reverend Jim. We're Glad To Leave Behind Their World Of Sin. Our Lifeless Bodies Fall On Holy Ground. Rotting Flesh A Sacrificial Mound.