Текст песни Down - Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido
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Lords, can it be mistakes throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone,blind and wrongInside 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 ofHaunted The readings cracked and grey and plagerized to dateAltered by the bastards of pure disguise of seas and skiesThe pagan drums should wakeThe sleeping of the fools to forget the churches languageWho`s the fool me or you?The greatest mask of fateThe longest battle throught the text of great predictiorsFor me and you, the old and newThis is what wars are made of