"You think he wants to walk around after he's dead?
You think he wants to be one of those things?"
"You think he wants to walk around after he's dead?
You think he wants to be one of those things?"
"Sit down or so help me god I'll have you shot"
A fallen Nation of angels.
An army of shadows to blame.
A struggle for survival and ore materials to claim,
An Ancient poem,
Claims life,
We justify our actions
A book makes decisions,
For how to live our lifes.
This is my war
This is my war
This is my battle-field.
Where fire crossing water,
Like stone through glass
An Ancient poem,
Claims life,
We justify our actions
A book makes decisions,
For how to live our lifes.
This is my war
This is my war
This is my battle-field.
Where fire crossing water,
Like stone through glass
This is my war
This is my battle-field.
Where fire crossing water,
Like stone through glass
You think he wants to walk around after he's dead?
You think he wants to be one of those things?"
A fallen Nation of angels.
An army of shadows to blame.
A struggle for survival and ore materials to claim
A fallen Nation of angels.
An army of shadows to blame.
This is my war
This is my war
This is my war
This is my war
"Sit down or so help me god I'll have you shot"
This is my war
This is my war
This is my battle-field.
Where fire crossing water,
Like stone through glass
This is my war
This is my battle-field.
Where fire crossing water,
Like stone through glass