(Through skulls and the shedding blood the wings of grace will hide beyond the shades of words that made of dreary death...)
This is Wasted Land evangel.
Lyrics
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.
