Tag: Turisas

Peace Peace Peace Peace Peace Peace Peace Peace Piece by piece - slice by slice. A strainless leash - das ...

Wine flowed in ashtrays, Mea Culpa we cried, Till the Balkan mob, Took us for a ride. He was stripped ...

I've sailed the seven seas, I've climbed the mountains high, I've crossed the endless plains, But still the search goes ...

Who will be there when the skies turn grey? - Turisas! You can count on us. Who's gonna push you ...