Family Force 5 - Zombie

I absolutely adore this song, it was in part responsible for my last tattoo (zombie cherries, but I don't have photo right now sorry)!  This song is amazing. So I wanted to share, since I noticed youtube has a button to share to blogger!









Sola Fide

Bliss

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