Beaten Back To Pure

Hell Goes Thru Hanging Dog
Road winds through veins like legs Godspeed to find the dregs Full speed and hammer down Ain't no bodies ever found Be careful what you wish You don't want none of this At the deep south end of town You're hanging dog bound I see the tracks and the other side I know that's where I should have died On Big Yank's famous deathride Eyeslammed once again Nothing shines where sunshine shuns Which came first, crazy or mountain? Distant cry of someone's young Hell is where you're home.. Hell is our home... Blood flows from veins like wine God fearing and just in time They are waiting for you in Telheo Plains Join 'em, you'll never be seen again Trees keep blowing, never miss a beat They aren't missing you and you aren't missing me From Letras Mania