Land of the Fallen

We swear to live as we mean to die,
Under the murky stormy sky
With trails of blood beneath our feet,
It's the land of the fallen we do seek

The cold and damp go hand in hand,
We are both, as we crawl along the sand
It seems to take everything we fear,
In hope we give in to costs so dear

It never is as it truly seems,
These thoughts belong in unpleasant dreams
We never know what is beyond today,
For less evil prospects, we do pray

It grows and grows with no intent to cease,
Not a shadow of undercurrent peace
My soul cannot take much more,
It's raining bullets and it's beginning to pour

No shelter here under the stars,
Whose light reflects off our shining scars
With eyes wide open it's hard to sleep,
I've made a promise I cannot keep

Mass graves for the world that's dead,
Take this burden off my head
Suicidal thoughts in our midst,
A gun is the last thing my lips shall kiss

With trails of blood beneath our feet,
It's the land of the fallen we do seek.