Winterfield

Songs (8)

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her lips are as sweet as maduro cigars

when the phoenix rises over the mountain, it rises high

i had to lay him out cold for my payload (feat. Yokai Dreams)

wounds so fresh like the scent of a mint

burry me right next to him and feed us to the trees

if i die before you, i hope the wind takes me with it

i think she really loved me, but now she loves him more

i will always guard your side, even when i'm gone

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