Besedila: Six Ft Ditch. Faces Of Death. Ready For Combat.

No tears run from my eyes, only blood from what I despise Turned away got stabbed in the back, knuckle up, Ready for combat That's right you cross my path I'll cross you off my list. Ready for combat, prepare to die, for you my friend the end is nigh Too many years, you've played the game, it's far too late to pass... To pass the blame