Landing on the Mountains of Meggido Lyrics

Lords, can it be mistakes?
Throughout the constant vows
Of the lost and gone, blind and wrongInside a faith without a home
A fire that is cold
But grows so well, who's to tell about it allA nation cannot see
The hardest part to take
Is not for me, the dyin' treesThis is what wars are made of
HauntedThe readings cracked and grey and plagiarized to date
Altered by the bastards
Of pure disguise of seas and skiesThe pagan drums should wake, the sleeping of the fools
To forget the Church's language
Who's the fool, me or you?The greatest mask of fate, the longest battle through
The text of great predictions
For me and you, the old and newThis is what wars are made of
Haunted