F.O.G Original
You pierced the head of his warriors with his own rods,
They stormed in to scatter me,
Their arrogant gullet,
Is like those who devour the poor in a secret place.
F.O.G
You pierced the head of his warriors with his own rods,
They stormed in to scatter me,
Their arrogant gullet,
Is like those who devour the poor in a secret place.