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Force Majeure
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Saints Of Sulphur
'Welcome to the frontline. This is our story.'
I) The Darkest of Winters
Dark rain falls upon the melting snow Horizon's end is glowing in red
Blood on the snow A letter from home Is something to die for
Dreaming of hope Hoping to dream Sleepwalking to tomorrow
Come what may They spirit is alive And the flame will never Cease to burn Like the Northern Star
No eye from heaven can see Lost in dreams that will cease to be
Bunded by snow In winter's embrace Only the strongest survive
In darkest of days The homeland's grace Will shine upon us all
II) The Outbreak
Alarming sounds break the silence The attack has begun Death comes with swift wings Shrieking cries in air Satan's waltzer is spinning faster Who's the next to fall? Russian Roulette with fully loaded Gun that knows your name
Why do we fear Were all lost somehow Doomed from the start Precious to no one
In for the kill Fire at will The mission is to annihilate
'Maintain radio silence on all frequencies...'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com III) The Funeral Fog
'This is it. The scene I saw in a dream. The premonition Come to life. A batallion of no-hopers lie on the Ground in eerie silence. Funeral fog covers the land. Slowly, I'm falling to my knees. The burden & relief. This coldness is killing me. I close my eyes and enter the ever-forgiving darkness.'
'Dark as the dead of the night was my world When I opened my eyes. Who's that lying on the snow? A familiar face but I cann't remember... Pool of heart blood. An elegy that no one hears. No death bed repentance but a sight for the Loss of promised future.'
'Trough the fog tolls the funeral bell'
IV) The Heartland Awaits
I can hear the voice The whispers in the wind That call my name
to leave behind The six feet of sand That hides the hearts Of battlefield
The Heartland is calling its own To coffin home The Heartland is waiting its own To burial home
I'm coming home I'm coming home
'Lakes are frozen, rivers are dead. Through the clouds, like ashes The red moon stares
The wind shispers The funeral march This is the last chapter On our journey home
For the fallen saints In suphuric feast
Rest in peace'
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