anonymously yours v1
anonymously yours v1 listen on youtube or here a last radio call mourns a hero the brazen ever alone passing arctic voids seeking the lost treasure the codes of your mysterious ways in the Samarian Hills = meet old strangers and spies at a pit stop a bit of advice for a stroke of luck a fatal memory to live with cakes of war divided amongst the victors deadly cheers from the living the dead missing the party they get a plaque secure the end, sign the treaty my tragedy, a trashed journal revived annually = reverbs bounce off blush orange hill north of badlands where the hand of god is buried exhausted losing battles with the demons I could've helped, but I have my own to forge = I was a simple man the hurt of being the last son before you made a wish to single-duel myself to die for your cause friendly cuts predict my exit I can't be with you executing your wishes I'm dead in the prelude phase so, just have white flowers on my grave on the red sands of Netanya beach marke...