Conquest

The sleeping prophet will not surface
Until a backwards glance has
been cast
So many ghosts without a purpose
They all died in a forgotten past

Nations divided, authorities fight
Refugees fleeing into the west
Frontiers provided, while treaties
collide
Selfishly claiming their own conquest
Towns in ashes, smoking ruins
But is it what the victors will see
It?s difficult to turn to normal life
For spirits are waiting to be freed

Nations divided, authorities fight
Refugees fleeing into the west
Frontiers provided, while treaties
collide
Selfishly claiming their own
conquest

Nations divided, authorities fight
Frontiers provided while treaties
collide
Selfishly claiming their own
conquest


source: Songteksten.nl

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