The masses walk towards the oppressive warmth of the fire. The unholy will burn and so shall I. The elder spoke of the day and we laughted in their faces
The drip, drip, drip of blood drains me, I feel cold. My eyes turn inside out and I can see the inside of my soul. My old, torn hand points in the air
Renegade come here boy There was this kid in our neighborhood His Pop had named him Renegade He lived up to his name With all the trouble that he
There was this kid in our neighborhood His Pop had named him Renegade He lived up to his name With all the trouble that he made One day ol' Renegade
ترجمه: چراغ خوراک پزی. Chastising از تبادل نظر.
