Sem liberdade eu sou um mundo morto https://youtube/watch?v=YtkvUpkdWiM Our masters gone; weve stole our masters horses And stole away, running If we return we shall be drawn and quartered At Tyburn cross, hung The ladies fair who ride the skies above us Will come to swing their whips To lash the backs of all the painted gentry who have burned runes black. If I cross the river will you cross the river or drown in this desert, this empty cup were drinking from? If we are beasts we are not beasts of burden If we are wolves then why be oxen So ride alone or ride with many others Just ride away as fast as you can
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 18:37:16 +0000
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