Legions

Handgrenade ballgame, count to 10 and a sec Bombs they are blowing get ready to feel sick Napalm rain, acid tears to boil your blood TMG rhythm, assures the beating of a heart Pay allegiance Praise defiance Become the Legions Join the Legions Molotov

Godfeather I see you going down – going down alone Expect to be the saved – saved on your own You reap as you have sown – sown on barren land What kind of road have you paved? Those pathetic words cling so hollow No one really cares for Who it hurts