Текст песни Darkseed - Dying Land
Darkseed - Dying Land слова песни
the last bird from a scattered flockseeks shelter in a treealone amongst the lonely woodshe will cry when noone hearshe will fall when noone carespalls of grief hanging in the clouds what must go wrong, so that we seethere`s not enough to make us stop we are the devils of a dying landwhat evil spirit holds us herewe wear a careless maskmaking friends with deathwe are devils of a dying landmankind took all nature`s pridemercy out of sightdemons dark around us swarmforests` last timethe short last sound of singing birdswe don`t know what it meanswill we ever know?a world where iron shellscan kill men`s blooda world of emptiness,a dying land