Northsoutheastwest
When No One's Left
The clouds are rolling in as it gets cold.
It seems that darkness is my only hope.
Half the fun is in the hunt.
Its the thrill oh the fight that drives us
Don't stop untel ther are gone
Last ones left I hope its enough
The clouds are rolling in as it gets cold.
It seems that darkness is my only hope.
The need for it destorys my mind and soul
Don't stop untel ther are gone
Last ones left I hope its enough
From Letras Mania