A Cold Dark Night

The Plight Of Rache Brone
Get your guns write your letters tell your families goodbye this war will be never ending upon horizon lies a thousand lies and fallen men beg for mercy I'm taking back the innocence you stole in return for the death you gave so get your guns hold your life in your hands so I'll take you to a place where he can have his way with you oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies in pity oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies so ill take you to a place so we can make it an even race I'll put you in your grave where your better off alone and when I'm done... he can have his way with you oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies in pity oh my god, let him deal with you I'm sure it wont be pretty as your life already lies so get your guns (Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics) From Letras Mania