Down - Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido - табы GTP и PTB

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 hardestt part to take is not for me, the dying trees.

 

This is what wars are made of

Haunted

 

The readings cracked and grey and plagerized 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 churches language

Who's the fool me or you?

The greatest mask of fate

The longest battle throught the text of great predictiors

For me and you, the old and new

This is what wars are made of