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We used to think that,

our lives would last forever,

if it all could only end in peace.

A day of joy,

a feud had been one.

And as the sun went down,

of course we expected a dawn.

A prophet cried,

"this world will end tomorrow".

And our joy soon shifted,

to a void of sorrow.

Where is the land i knew?

The dream that I fought for,

the house that I drew?

How could it end this way,

when our children were promised,

a brighter day.

We're getting near.

Our time is running out,

and we can't protect our dear.

I see old men cry,

they gaze high and plead.

But the gods are my hangmen,

so I will not weep out their creed.

Way across the distant sea,

at the end of a mountain range,

I wanna be.

Home where the apples grow,

find me woman,

and never let go.

Where is the land I knew,

the dream that I fought for,

beyond oceans blue.

Now when all is lost,

and there is no tomorrow,

there's a spark behind the agonizing sorrow.

Where is the land I saw?

The promise remains in the core of my heart and,

we pushed those bastards way across the sea.

I never thought I'd see the day,

when our people was freed.

I'll remember,

I'll remember us,

I'll remember this,

They'll remember us,

forever 'til dawn.