When the sun rises slowly and the haze fades away Everyone knows that the time has come close To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands You and I, my old friend, will we ever die?
First In Line by Angel Dust
Vincent-1
When the sun rises slowly and the haze fades away Everyone knows that the time has come close To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands You and I, my old friend, will we ever die?
