F The Word
Renard
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
21 guns
21 guns
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
21 guns
21 guns