Lyric Song Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido: Throughout the constant vows of the lost and goneblind and wrong
Inside a faith without a homea fire that is cold
But grows so wellwho s to tellabout it all
A nation cannot seethe hardest part to take
Is not for methe dying trees
This is what wars are made of
Haunted
The readings cracked and grey and plagiarized to date
Altered by the bastards of pure disguise of seas and skies
The pagan drums should wakethe sleeping of the fools to forget the
church s language
Who s the foolme or you
The greatest mask of fatethe longest battle through the text of great
predictions
For me and youthe old and new
This is what wars are made of
Haunted
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