March To War
Mors Principium Est
4:59Again we're on the line And this time I feel the day is not mine Touch gently on the surface Or crash like hell I won't be sacrificed I let the hours wear my heart I leave the others to impale nightly moon And when I hear the call crying loud I just turn and turn and run away We're pleasant all the way Still a form of life tradition yet remains And when it starts to rain I seek for shelter and blow my storm away I let the hours wear my heart I leave the others to impale nightly moon And when I hear the call crying loud I just turn and turn and run away I let the hours wear my heart I leave the others to impale nightly moon And when I hear the call crying loud I just turn and turn and run away