Lletres:
Vast Land Of Shame

the men of old For this legacy of hate Somehow, somehow they have sold I'm wrapped up in the warmth Of an unforgiving game I'm on vacation In the land of shame

Dear God, you made many, many poor people I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor But it's no great honor, either So what would have been

So adept was unspoken man At dusting ledgers of the seraphim That Lilith swept across the broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This bland Adam

Dear God, you made many, many poor people I realize, of course, that it's no great shame to be poor But it's no great honor either So what would have

[Part 1] So adept was unspoken Man At dusting ledgers of the seraphim That Lilith swept across the broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This

vast abyss over doleful shades where peace and rest can never dwell I raise the three-pronged iron spear into the key I'll inflame these lands and enthrone

[Part 1] So adept was unspoken Man At dusting ledgers of the seraphim That Lilith swept across the broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This

powerful eye As I understand, man is to cherish the land As we coexist hand in hand But as time has past Man has created a vast Mass of trash that has