I Shalt Become
No Quarter At the Somme
Dig a shallow grave
And the dirt remains under the nails
Run for the hills
Because the sky is falling
The hazy blur of a new vigil.
Starfish Prime
So in for a penny, in for a pounding.
Dig a shallow grave
And the dirt remains under the nails
Run for the hills
Because the sky is falling
The hazy blur of a new vigil.
Starfish Prime
So in for a penny, in for a pounding.