"Landing On The Moutains Of Meggido" as written by and Philip Hansen/brown Anselmo....
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 gray 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


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    General Commentyes id would have to concur with you last statement JJ. Although Phil started as your medicore athor talking about simple things, sometimes even id say stupid, he sure did become WAY better. I think this fact has alot to do with heroin
    clown137on April 11, 2005   Link

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