F.O.G Original
There is no relief from your collapse,
Your wound is fatal,
All who hear of your report, will clap hands over you,
For on whom, has your evil not passed over continually?
F.O.G
There is no relief from your collapse,
Your wound is fatal,
All who hear of your report, will clap hands over you,
For on whom, has your evil not passed over continually?