Lletres: Quick And The Dead. The Perfect Plan In Imperfect Hands. Overture.

I thought we'd been through the fire
I thought we'd been through the fire
I thought we'd been through the fire

Without our friends we stand alone

They aim to destroy everything that we
Hold so dear

I thought we'd been through the fire
I thought we'd been through the fire
But we'd still stick together
But never thought that you would leave
No I can see your flame
It burns with bad intentions...