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The Promise of Neverland

Fate crashed onto this lands
as a daemon's whip in flames,
wicked minds who've stained the ground
spilling indians blood in the name of mankind.

Fate crashed onto this lands
carrying weapons in their hands
women, children and men alike
were plundered and killed with the blade of god

hear the drums of the marching men,
here they come with the thunder's rage
burning up the sky above the desert plains

hear the steps of the marching men,
hear the drums like a thunder's quake,
as they open fire aiming up to the indians head!

They fought until the end
in defense of their own land,
facing armies of thousands of men,
dying for freedom in the dead of night

hear the drums of the marching men,
here they come with the thunder's rage
burning up the sky above the desert plains

Fear and pain, the slaughter's at hand,
watch how the story/is repeating again.
Brave and pride resisting the strike,
standing for glory and the promise of neverland!

Fate crashed onto this lands
the machinery of death.
Misery and painful tears,
and the history chains
bind them all together into darkness

Fate crashed onto this lands
as a daemon's whip in flames,

Fear and pain, the slaughter's at hand,
watch how the story/is repeating again.
Brave and pride resisting the strike,
standing for glory and the promise land!

Fear and pain, the slaughter's at hand,
watch how the story repeats itself.
So brave and pride resisting the strike,
standing up for neverland!

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