How's my drinking? I don't care about being sober But I sure get around In this town To hell with my church bells And leave me die With you I won't
Oversættelse: Styret af Voices. Hvordan er mit drikkeri?.
nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by
of yours.. 'If you can't forgive and forget, How's this, Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it', See that's how it's gotta be. Then you can
