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WASTED LAND LYRICS
"The Beginning" (2006 Demo)
1. Into Chaos I lost
2. Folk Night
3. Bell Of The Falling Castle
4. Anthem Of Warriors
5. Death In War
1. Into Chaos I lost
The circle of the empty thoughts , theft swirls with every starlit sky , the bed that calls for another breeding fears , lay among the waves of tears that drifts from the sorrowful world to the cruel hall of entwining pulsing cells of discourdint melody of life…
For the early morning , I wait , patently thirsty for inner flame to enlight my chaos.
The isolation of snowman , in freezing , bleaking mind…
As I face the storm … all alone , as I sleep breathless in a desert that erodes my waking mind…
As I cant ride the rainbow to guide me the colorful land…
As I wear the laughing clown , hiding the swelling restless eyes...
I screamed for yesterday!! Bring me back the joyful days, who would ease my burdens??
The wrecks of my brokenship on the shore of lifeless reverie…oh as I watch another sunset of my heart , tomorrow and today hold me the painful years of living through…
2. Folk Night
3. Bell Of The Falling Castle
I marched into the field living memories, looking for forgotten dreams. My freedom been locked within the key of resisting gates, hold up my men!!
The road to triumph paved by warriors agony , this is the sign of rambling thunders , unleashing my inner most brutality , the bells of death falls in the tottering towers.
When the sun of Victory melts down the sea the swords of great fighters will steal the bounding hearts oh angel of war, behind the rising moon...
Oh dear mothers, hail your martyr sons , the moment of pride to come welcome unfolded wings to the land of dusty bones ..Oh dear fathers, sing to your bravely sons, the history of victory to carve.
All the falling gates, we stepped into spattered flesh, seeking for every enemy's skull. The revenge of million hundred years feeding my bleeding arms to the grave I will send you.
Wraps by fathers mould under the blazing sky, I screamed for more and more the sound of steel, echo with every sharping breath, the horns of dead men, join the ancient roots
When the moon of the victory raise up the sky the sword of great fighters will rest in the eyes of eternity oh angel of warbehind the burning sun pointing the green with purple blood.
Oh dear crown of holly marble , the slipping gown failed with terror through my veteran fingers , the blood of kings quench my fire, fire.
Now when the lost bell totted I grabbed the sands and smile the new century of mystery will begin.
The cursed war is over now, as I stand beside the river, the water seems to flow with blood.
The blood of my darkest heaven and the hearses that I made around the Kingdom once called hell.
4. Anthem Of Warriors
5. Death In War
The black feathers carried the gray gift through the sky , holding this beautiful creature in its beak , the bird flew low, through dark and blood , dirt and mud , broken bones and shattered flesh.
It is reminding humans of what they do not wish to be , ignoring death is not a solution because it's real. All were standing and now they lied , they were alive and now are dead.
So dark , so cold , so deep ... I lie alone beneath all warriors feet No heart, no soul, no beat under dirt I soundlessly sleep.
The crows shouted over the pitiful souls , fear not death , fear not the end for god must taken what he was lent.
The souls began to weep as the earth swallow them deep death is a rebirth which start with the ending of breath
Some fear of death , some face it with bravery in war nothing is for sure , because death is always near.
White and black are all the same death can't differentiatedeath is the end of all the things that were alive.
So dark , so cold , so deep ... I lie alone beneath all warriors feet No heart , no soul , no beat under dirt I soundlessly sleep
I shout , I cried , I weep no one can hear my loud scream No breath, no warmth, no heat darkness and silence are what I feel.
Only the voice of the dead I hear , nothing remaine but my rotten body dead.
Life is a pleasure that no one wants to leave , but death is surly better than bloody life.
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