I bet you trampled some of your own men. When i used to get friendly fire - it still showed up that I had kellied them.
I bet you trampled some of your own men. When i used to get friendly fire - it still showed up that I had kellied them.
And your heart beats so slow, Through the rain and fallen snow across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance.
Oh, don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight at last I am coming home.
I am coming home.
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