The Foreshadowing şarkı sözleri
Burning sun, if you hear meBurn those roses in the sandThey can sing their litanyThey can suffer in my tears.Land of communion burn inside.Rushing blood into my eyesChant of widows on the streetsWarriors coming right on their wayBut no enemies to fight.Land of confusion cast me aside.Out in the garden, sleeping, pleadingBehind the doorway, begging, starvingAround the corner mourners, murdersWe're just survivors in the city.Thoughts of death in words and knivesChant of widows in my mindThey can sing my revengeAnd evoke the lord of fire.Land of communion burn inside.Land of confusion cast me aside.
