الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
the toll of the warning bell
my boots sink in bullet shells
I have become an outlaw,
nightmare of the damned
the hangman left the scaffold
I took him out, still blindfold
I made this place a ghost town,
painted the lanes red
bridge:
I'll find you...
I'll hunt you down
I'll be your final nightmare
chorus:
