Disciples Of The Sacred Oath - Orphaned Land

Followers are we, disciples are we all

Bonded by a sacred oath, as we heed the silent call

Though we know it not, our purpose is but one

To crack the night sky, letting in the sun

The life we live is not enough;

we know there’s something more

A place that frightens most, what lies beyond the door

Still searching for the truth, the paradise before

Have we lost the path, denied innocence’s shores?

Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we?

Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key

Is it curtain call on this theatre so black?

Will the actors all bow down before the ending stark?

Torches lit as the flames light up the dark

All it takes is a spark for us to leave our mark

War is a gaping wound an appetite that knows no fill

Do not bleed for sand and stones mend these wounds and heal

Break bread with us, nomad — hear our tale

How brother fought brother as fire burnt the sails

An oath we took, one we shall not fail

Steadfast we stand

Oak and shield are we, water in the grail

Lay down your swords, blood and flesh you share

Seed of Abraham, sons of Ishmael

Grieve for ones lost, memory stains the trail

The road to or-shalem

Allah is the light of heavens and earth, his light is like a blessed niche that

needs no fire to set ablaze.

Allah guides to his light those who find him in

their hearts, and sets forth parables for mankind, Allah is cognizant of all

Shall we see the end of war, blood brothers?

Or shall we fill another grave, for ourselves we couldn’t save

Weapon of mass obstruction, our hate does blind us all

To the grief of a widow’s tears, to the sum of all our fears

Throughout these blood-red years

For land, for faith

For that eternal thirst within, that we pray for death to fill

For revenge, for hate

For these innocent souls that with their lies they steal

We view this land of destruction

After the siege that broke through the wall

A trial is held for the guilty, before a court of their pears

«Sentenced to death!»

is the sound that they hear

For war, for death

For the pain bestowed upon those they swore to protect

For us, for them

For taking our rights and our will to object

Land.

Faith.

Revenge.

Hate.

Death.

Us

Them.

Fight.

Stand.

Live.

On.

We.

Must

Or shall we fill another grave, for ourselves we couldn’t save