The Storm, Picturesque все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Load your guns, kiss the loved ones goodbye
You've signed yourself a deal with the Gods of war

A fearful tide will fill your heart and soul
Even the bravest hearts will fold to this sound of this war
They'll run to the hills so far away from the bombs
That fall from the skies and burn her down
Into grey ash that forms the clouds that hang over head