Through the lands of Egypt, Nothing but deserts and sands The grey masses marched A journey to the promised land Twelve was the number, chosen by god Embraced sick passion, rejected holy grace With long dead conscience clouding their judgment And illusions misleading cracked up faith Long years have passed since youve been the chosen Sparkling beams amongst the darkest ages Holding the message for whole generations The hand that guided the blind thro the storm After decades of wallowing in despair Wisdom .. Faith .. Purity and Truth All lost now .. and glory to dust HOPELEEEESS Broken plates, scattered laws The chosen nation chose not to be chosen For a golden bull betrayed the oath?? And paved their roads with broken words FALLINGGG Like a bird had his own wings burst to flames Human arrogance and absent minds All to oblivion .. and nothing remains 40 years of wandering are not enough! Prophet killers, bloodstained hands Nothing shall be yours again, all to demise The tree shall fall to burned branches When the troops of truth from the sand shall rise! With bloodshot eyes you shall witness the end of your bloodline! \m/
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 23:47:28 +0000
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