blown aching man, full blown nuclear... ...and we don't like decisions, we never use that way, I'm carrying you inside of me ...we don't like decisions
wind and forced to bring life to the hundred bastard sons. The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live and the fires of death burn high.
[Jorn Lande] I've been loosing many battles I've been confused - too many days on the run But I've seen the sunrise on a coloured blue sky And hopes
boys I fire so heaven knows it only righteous folk But righteous taste hold the keys to sitting grace To conduct and to proclaim decisions made of such
burned our bridges down And I looked at landscapes that I had forgotten Lit up by the fire And filling with envy Who will you turn to now? It was your decision
s come Their faces burning from A bad decision they made Now this novel sound Has slipped away, away CHORUS Take aim We're never gonna need them Take aim And fire
