Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido Lyrics
Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrongInside a faith without a home, a fire that is coldBut grows so well, who's to tell, about it allA nation cannot see, the hardest part to takeIs not for me, the dying treesThis is what wars are made ofHaunted...The readings cracked and grey and plagiarized to dateAltered by the bastards of pure disguise of seas and skiesThe pagan drums should wake, the sleeping of the fools to forget the church's languageWho's the fool, me or youThe greatest mask of fate, the longest battle through the text of great predictionsFor me and you, the old and newThis is what wars are made ofHaunted...Lyrics taken from www.DarkLyrics.com
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