Landing on the Mountains of Megiddo 歌詞
Landing on the Mountains of Megiddo - Down
Written by：P Anselmo
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
Ooooo
Ooooo
This is what wars are made of
Hmmm
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
The readings cracked and grey
And plagerized to date
Altered by the bastards
Of pure disguise
Seas and skies
Nananana
Nananana
Nananana
Nananana
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 through
The text of great predictiors
For me and you
The old and new
Ooooo
Ooooo
Ooooo
This is what wars are made of
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted
Haunted