One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
Shots Fired
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance...
Eastbound
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
Call To Battle
Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019
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