Lyrics:
Lords, can it be mistakes
Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong
Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold
But grows so well, who's to tell, about it all
A nation cannot see, the hardest part to take
Is not for me, the dying trees
This is what wars are made of
Haunted...
The readings cracked and grey and plagiarized to date
Altered by the bastards of pure disguise of seas and skies
The pagan drums should wake, the sleeping of the fools to forget the
church's language
Who's the fool, me or you
The greatest mask of fate, the longest battle through the text of great
predictions
For me and you, the old and new
This is what wars are made of
Haunted...
Sweet! DOWN is the shit!!
1punkhardcore 1 week ago
just dropped in to hear some Down and say high to you all
RobRMcDaniel182 4 months ago
it's "hedgerow", not "hedgegrow" :))
krisscha 6 months ago 2
The drums sound like foreboding thunder while the last few minutes of the song are like a barefoot walk through a lush green valley after a soft rain as the late afternoon sun peers out from the darkened clouds.
Absolutely epic song from my favorite Down album.
Pass the peace pipe.
DestroyerofSouls666 1 year ago 2
the brotherhood
jeronimotheeskimo 1 year ago
Fucking beautiful
Kylev2 1 year ago
Lyrics speak the truth
RoyalSlaughter 1 year ago
I'm a Christian but stoner too;> and nowdays my church connect me with all those pedofile shit, fakk maybe it's time for pagan drums!!!
GregSoulbrother 1 year ago
Great song!!!
And very good lyrics.
Solid1rock 2 years ago