Art by Rafael Cabral :: Effects by Rafael Arrais

 

Warriors and preachers raise up their weapons
The wind is blowing, but it isn`t fresh
We can`t build castles in the sand, any more
just stare at this wasteland...
while we wait for Judgment Day

Uncertainty and fear grow in our minds
feeding the Devil, who came from inside
There`s no place to lay down and die
tears are falling and we can`t hide

We cry for a distant place
We cry high for a vanished race
We sing this song at the end
a song for a distant land

 

A Song for a Distant Land
:: Tempus Fugit Bards ::

 


:: take care ::

 

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