Storm Picturesque (The)

There Will Be Fog On The Shore Tonight
Load your guns, kiss the loved ones goodbye You've signed yourself a deal with the Gods of war A fearful tide will fill your heart and soul Even the bravest hearts will fold to this sound of this war They'll run to the hills so far away from the bombs That fall from the skies and burn her down Into grey ash that forms the clouds that hang over head Raining down misery that soaks everything Flooded with guilt Guilt rots away our souls There will be fog on the shore tonight No god on the shore tonight Wipe the blood from the rusted bayonet Wipe thick blood from the rusted bayonet You surf these bloodied waves to the shores in armored boats You watch the skies where angels grace and soar tonight They light the night with fire and lead filled rain Weakened hands begin to grip the noxious cannons As you now step upon the grounds of the war to look death himself in the shadowed face A fearful tide will fill your heart and soul Thunderous sounds begin to deafen our heroes SongtexteMay the Gods keep the wolves in the hills Your glory walks hand in hand with your doom And the world shall never see you again And you're all doomed from your first breath How bravely you have fought How fiercely you have loved How bravely they have fought til the end How fiercely they have loved til no end How long must the wives wait How long will these hands shake (Thanks to Jordan Wright for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania