The hills of green have turned into a faceless waste, they fought for freedom one more dream has gone. A hundred thousand victims have all died in vain, a hundred thousand corpses of a war insane. The wall inside their heads does still remain, he children crying on their fathers' graves. All that's left for them is but a lasting hurt, to live in a demon's world.
Beneath a poisoned sky the banners rot and fray, smoke writes the names of those the morning stole away. A thousand days are shattered in this slaughterhouse, the fury stains the faces of them all. Pitiless the leaders chase their men ahead, to fall for glory and for land. The reaper rages he has no remorse, the angels scream in everlasting hysteria. Everything is torn apart within their hands, just to live within a demon's land.
We march on broken roads with echoes for our guide, shadows clutch our heels while hope is crucified. Wake up my friends the time to change has come, to give a chance of hope to their sad eyes. The night will leave and turn into a darker day, no reason will be there for them to stay.
The tortures will turn into the innocent,
the guilty will be judged by the restless souls. Death and destruction will be the things to hail, when you're living in the demon's world!
A final howl of thunder splits the hollow dawn, iron wills collide where once the children shone. We raise the faces buried under ash and stone, we feed the fire with the lies that carved the bone. When silence breaks at last and blood no longer speaks, the scars will map the roads where vengeance seeks. And though the hills of green lie swallowed by the sand, we bear the weight and scream to end the demon's land.
From shattered windows ghosts peer out and curse the sun, hey count the fallen hours for the damage that was done. The harvest of their fields is nothing but a grave, a chorus of the hollowed who had no one to save. Mothers stitch the names upon the ragged shroud, their lullabies are ash, their prayers a bitter cloud. Flags burnt to nothing flutter on the broken fence, hope's currency devalued by the common sense.
Steel birds circle slowly over silent towns,
their shadows drag like talons tearing at the crowns. A child's laugh is distant, trapped beneath the dust, the world forgets the promise that was once our trust. But in the alleys whispers gather like a storm, old oaths rekindled call the sleeping hearts to form. Raise up your torches, brothers, let the falsehoods fall, ignite the lowly embers, answer to the call.
They fought for freedom one more dream has gone, yet ashes keep a secret where tomorrow will be drawn. The wall inside their heads does still remain, but cracks will spider outward through the fear and pain. A hundred thousand corpses of a war insane, yet from the rotten soil new roots may still attain. The children crying on their fathers' graves shall stand, to dig a path away from this relentless demon's land. To dig a path away from this relentless demon's land!!!
Heathen_AJ
