Dirt

Teardrops, no borders
A shy king, forgotten
Fighting his blinded soldiers
No mater, where they will be gone

The shy king has been wondering
All those years floating on and on
Fears are still calling
For soldiers are still flying

The shy king has been suffering
All those years floating on and on
Screams are still howling
For soldiers are still lying

Lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
Holy dirt

The sons of perished
Are lost in the Sun
No sounds of fear
Spectacular grave
The sounds of terror
Red dust in the skies
No sons no fear

Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof

Teardrops, no border
A shy king, forgotten
Fighting with the blind
No matter, all gone

Lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
Holy dirt

Teardrops, no border
A shy king, forgotten
Fighting with the blind
No matter, all gone

The sons of the perished
Are lost in the Sun
No sounds of fear
Spectacular grave
The sounds of terror
Red dust in the skies
No sons no fear

Spectacular proof

The sons of the perished
Are lost in the Sun
No sounds of fear
Spectacular grave
The sounds of terror
Red dust in the skies
No sons no fear

Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof
Spectacular proof