Packs Of Three
Blood on my pillow
Blood on my skin
Am I goin' mad
Or was this a dream?
There in the depth
The hollow souls wait
Voices surround me
Tempting my fate
Then out of nowhere
Figures in white
Guarding my soul in the fight
We are strong, we're alive
We have faith in his might
We believe in the everlasting light
Anytime, anywhere
We will always be there
We will fight for what's just and what's right
We damn the night
Out in the blackness
Shivering cold
Doubt takes on shape
Fear the unknown
Eyes of the fallen
Pi
Two swords
I've never been one for the punch-ups
But look I really hate them nazis
A certain something starts to wind me up
How could I hate them of so violently
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brudda'
Said even though that kid's a nazi
Even though that kid's a nazi
Always attack those things in someone else,
Reflections that you can't face in yourself,
To make precious fascistic feeling gone
It makes you turn into a bigger one
Bigger...
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brudda'
Said even though that kid's a nazi
Even though that kid's a nazi
Are you fighting the Front,
or just fronting a fight
Sometimes it's hard to see the left from the right
Are we angry, are we looking for peace
Or just tryin' to win the war...
...by killing all the enemy off
Just to kill all the enemy off
Kill the enemy off
Kill the enemy off
I've never been one for the punch-ups
But look I really hate them nazis
A certain something starts to wind me up
How could I hate them of so violently
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brudda'
Even though that kid's a nazi
Even though that kid's a nazi
Said even though that kid's a nazi