Land Of The Fallen
Storys were once told
About a secret life
There is no space for a fortress soul passed away
Come and rot here silent, when the light is evil forced
Darkest spawn of winter, that's not meant to be a lie
This is how I can take you you by hand
Take you to the darkest hearts
Burnt now, desolate, when it comes for my soul
That's all my own
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our darkest dreams come true
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our darkest dreams come true
Now your pride, the isolation rite
It is out of sight, when it led you out
To relate on the silent end of night
They raisen, but it's less obscene
Darkness shall rise, when winter dies
Wrong or right, cant deny
This world out, there's no saint
Rest in peace tribe of lamb
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our darkest dreams come true
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our souls explode to dust
Breeeeed!!!!
Now your pride, by the night, cold strike
Where the tribe of faithfull lead
We are the soul the soul of cold home
Freedom, no, crawl in the cold
We arrive in time
OF THE FALLEN!!
Pray to the land, land of the fallen
There is the dawn, face the unknown
What is your lie, why you obscened by
Tristess rolls your eyes
Then tear them out
About a secret life
There is no space for a fortress soul passed away
Come and rot here silent, when the light is evil forced
Darkest spawn of winter, that's not meant to be a lie
This is how I can take you you by hand
Take you to the darkest hearts
Burnt now, desolate, when it comes for my soul
That's all my own
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our darkest dreams come true
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our darkest dreams come true
Now your pride, the isolation rite
It is out of sight, when it led you out
To relate on the silent end of night
They raisen, but it's less obscene
Darkness shall rise, when winter dies
Wrong or right, cant deny
This world out, there's no saint
Rest in peace tribe of lamb
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our darkest dreams come true
This is the land
Land of the fallen
This is where our souls explode to dust
Breeeeed!!!!
Now your pride, by the night, cold strike
Where the tribe of faithfull lead
We are the soul the soul of cold home
Freedom, no, crawl in the cold
We arrive in time
OF THE FALLEN!!
Pray to the land, land of the fallen
There is the dawn, face the unknown
What is your lie, why you obscened by
Tristess rolls your eyes
Then tear them out
Credits
Writer(s): Reinhard Gross, Robin Hartmann
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