Istra
Chuck's Song
Breathe - and still believe
While the knives twist deeper in your back
Still I feel a breeze
Again he kows what it means to hate
And his heart cannot forget
From the earth his blood
Cries out to me
Breathe - and still believe
While the knives twist deeper in your back
Still I feel a breeze
Again he kows what it means to hate
And his heart cannot forget
From the earth his blood
Cries out to me