Landing on the Mountains of Meggido Songtext
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Lords
Can it be mistakes
Throughout the constant vows
Of the lost and gone
Blind and wrong

Inside
A faith without a home
A fire that is cold
But grows so well
Who′s to tell?
About it all
A nation cannot see
The hardestt part to take
Is not for me
The dying trees


This is what wars are made of
Haunted

The readings cracked and grey
And plagerized to date
Altered by the bastards
Of pure disguise
seas and skies
The pagan drums should wake
The sleeping of the fools
To forget the churches language
Who's the fool?
Me or you?
The greatest mask of fate
The longest battle throught
The text of great predictiors
For me and you
The old and new


This is what wars are made of
Haunted