Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido Lyrics

Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido lyrics

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 hardest
part to take
Is not for me, the 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 wake, the sleeping of the fools to forget the
church's
language
Who's the fool, me or you
The greatest mask of fate, the longest
battle through the text of great
predictions
For me and you, the old and
new

This is what wars are made of
Haunted...