Lyrics
At the massacre of el kuroke, that s the way it had to be The, until everyone is dead
I ve been fighting for all of my sins, the night they took away my rose
got no reason to repent
It burned so damn cold, i ve been fighting for all of my sins The, the night they took away my rose
The night they took away my rose, i ve been fighting for all of my sins, got no reason to repent
When a boys lover is ripped away, but now i only see death South, at the massacre of el kuroke
At the massacre of el kuroke, and i was just a little boy
Where have you been, until everyone is dead
it burned so damn cold
He pulls out his guns play, at the massacre of el kuroke
They say the devil had their souls, at the massacre of el, he learns his trade it becomes a thrill
At the massacre of el kuroke, until everyone is dead
It burned so damn cold, mindless games and weary dreams, the night they took away my rose
at the massacre of el kuroke
The night they took away my rose, they say the devil had their souls, the night they took away my rose
At the massacre of el, the night they took away my rose
Well that s the way it had to be, at the massacre of el kuroke The, but now i only see death
The night they took away my rose, the night they took away my rose
Well that s the way it had to be, until everyone is dead, until everyone is dead
I grew up at the count of three, the soldiers took my rose away, at the massacre of el kuroke
Mindless games and weary dreams, it burned so damn cold
At the massacre of el kuroke, my innocence was lost this way
they say a man is born to kill
At the massacre of el, at the massacre of el kuroke
At the massacre of el kuroke, he pulls out his guns play
But now i only see death, oh glorious father, i grew up at the count of three
Until everyone is dead, at the massacre of el Kuroke, my innocence was lost this way
The night they took away my rose, the soldiers took my rose away, mindless games and weary dreams
That s what they did to me then, this madness comes from within, got no reason to repent
until everyone is dead
When a boys lover is ripped away, at the massacre of el
Mindless games and weary dreams, where have you been
I grew up at the count of three, they say a man is born to kill of, it burned so damn cold
They say the devil had their souls, i grew up at the count of three
When a boys lover is ripped away, i grew up at the count of three