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The Promise of NeverlandFate crashed onto this landsas 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! |