Bass Drum of Death - Faces of the Wind | Текст песни

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• Bass Drum of Death
• Faces of the Wind

Around half-five or so
Anywhere i roam they’re sure to go
Anytime i’m off my head i see
Demons all around these eerie streets
I see the faces of the wind
About to rest my head
I can’t close my eyes, i’m seeing red
Every time i scream they follow me
Demons all around these eerie streets