Taking my time. Choosin' my line. Tryin' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop. Don't wanna get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
Our time has come, get ready fight. Sisters and brothers in metal unite. The dreams that you had are about to come true. The voice of the warrior is calling for you.
See the outlaw stands alone beneath the burning sun. The raging badlands now is his home. There's no sign of victory, he lost his liberty. and the only woman that he loved.
In the morning I pack up my gear. and toss it in my carryall. Run the wide load to the lip. and watch the big core crack and glow. . In the evening I undo my belt.
Takin' my time. Choosin' my lines. Try'n' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop. Don't want to get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
Takin' my time, usin' my line. Tryin' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop, don't wanna get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
Fantastic! Galactic! Dominion!. . Beyond the sacred realm of common thought. lies a paradise, wicked to those of the light,. yet home to fallen angels forgotten and lost.
For what once was a dream. you have made reality. this evening our passion. will end in blood. . Release through my blade. the sweetest red potion. only your veins posses.