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Our story begins, ironically, at the unoriginal conclusion…

from Our sons; heart​-​rending stories from babblers. by SALVING THY AMISS

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Your belly is certainly not the appropriate jail for my sword fat man, so give it back right now! Are you such a monster that you’re not praying for these brand new orphans to ride the Krani Chariot with their mums and dads? Oh Yeah, it’s calling for guts…
“Go on kinsfolks, these kids are the soon to be cruel bastards and savage beasts! Remember the Book guys; as long as a single male of these things is breathing, our civilization is only turning to dust. Are we deportee makers?” Got remember this one for my legend. After all these years, the Gods are offering us the refreshing waterhole our thirsty hearts needed. Drink this city sons.
Ah mathematics! Years to build equals a night to destroy, what an unfair, but joyful, equation, isn’t it? Add a new parameter: color red.
Few hours later. The last man standing is walking on crutches and I must confess that the guy is not the worst opponent of the night. This is hilarious, crutches versus guns. This old man looks like a bear dancing on flypaper. Do animals use things to walk when the years ask for it? Like stones or wood …Interesting.
No argy-bargy for Mr hoity-toity, said one of the shooters. We need to come home, these guys are fuckin’ weird.
After this pathetic intermission, let’s write the grand final. “This little rat, now king of a thousand corpses floating on red mud, is certainly somewhere in this awful castle. Find him”. Brave as every man with hereditary functions, the rat was hiding behind his own children and wives. Such a long war for such a coward, it was devastating. “Use guns for the ladies and the kids and cut his head off”. Little jerk, he fucked up the end of the story! How can I get glory from all this war now? It’s just unfair.

We got a king in a small bag, a monster as described by the Speakers. Bullshit. We’re coming home. We’re coming proud. We’re coming sorry.

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from Our sons; heart​-​rending stories from babblers., track released January 31, 2012

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SALVING THY AMISS Paris, France

Open-minded extreme rock'n'roll band from Paris (France) since 2004.

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