Wild Lands Songtext
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Wild Lands Songtext
A mourn road to find this, though we can find another way
All around us is dying, the trees are weeping some elder days
Your hand in mine all day long,
Those wild lands will not tear us apart
We drive west, we stand high, a new hope grows into our hearts
Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult
Night creeping stalkers rape the silent sighs
Enter the camp, and so, playing roles with their knives
Their envy glows
Hailing their hunger, pray and sacrifice
Brandishing their plunder meat, all nailed onto their hook
Their envy glows
Another morning rises, our confused hearts are filled by fear
After the last night crisis, we hit the road with a despair flow
We hear the distant sound, of their machines roaring as beasts
The hunt will never stop, we′re trapped, we know, the end is near
Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult
A decent place to stay, in darkness a shelter shadow home
Maybe we find some peace
Unlike the utter fury shattering the world
I saw your dried eyes, trying to cry but failed in end
Your hand in mine all night long, you and I, as one, against the world
Ravenous horde of lurkers, tear the silent sighs
Enter the bunker, so, drawing smiles with their knives
Their envy roars
Hailing their hunger, slay, cut and slice
Salvation as a butcher craft, on a hook you see heavens cry
Their envy roars
Finally reach the west shores and leave the hordes behind
A huge void in our souls as the trees beg for their sap
Everything dies my dear, even our hope drowned in the dirt
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as waiting for death
Do you hear my last cough or the roar of machines near?
Will you run or hold my hand, will you die or will you stand?
A last look, a last breath, a raw ending in sight
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as a burning fire
All around us is dying, the trees are weeping some elder days
Your hand in mine all day long,
Those wild lands will not tear us apart
We drive west, we stand high, a new hope grows into our hearts
Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult
Night creeping stalkers rape the silent sighs
Enter the camp, and so, playing roles with their knives
Their envy glows
Hailing their hunger, pray and sacrifice
Brandishing their plunder meat, all nailed onto their hook
Their envy glows
Another morning rises, our confused hearts are filled by fear
After the last night crisis, we hit the road with a despair flow
We hear the distant sound, of their machines roaring as beasts
The hunt will never stop, we′re trapped, we know, the end is near
Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult
A decent place to stay, in darkness a shelter shadow home
Maybe we find some peace
Unlike the utter fury shattering the world
I saw your dried eyes, trying to cry but failed in end
Your hand in mine all night long, you and I, as one, against the world
Ravenous horde of lurkers, tear the silent sighs
Enter the bunker, so, drawing smiles with their knives
Their envy roars
Hailing their hunger, slay, cut and slice
Salvation as a butcher craft, on a hook you see heavens cry
Their envy roars
Finally reach the west shores and leave the hordes behind
A huge void in our souls as the trees beg for their sap
Everything dies my dear, even our hope drowned in the dirt
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as waiting for death
Do you hear my last cough or the roar of machines near?
Will you run or hold my hand, will you die or will you stand?
A last look, a last breath, a raw ending in sight
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as a burning fire
Writer(s): Paul Myles Farrer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com