Promised Land from The Clearing by Dead Kings of Norway

When the wind picks up it'll kick off the dust
And scour the face of the whole human race, go blow.
Go blow...

We can ride 'cross the sands of this barren land
Wiped clean of the trees and the paradise we call home
Go home...

Y'see the bombs did fell like a prophet from hell
Then the sirens lit up, they wailed, wailed away
Those screamers in the night don't carry no fight.
Don't carry no fight, don't scare me none, we don't pray
Go home...

We've been made this way
We were put here to betray
And it was planned:
We were given the promised land.

We got no one left to blame
We struck the match and braced our bodies for the flame.

We've been made this way
We were put here to betray
And it was planned:
We were given the promised land.

And I don't recall it anymore
How the breeze made you more lovely than before
And I'm not sure that everything
Was swallowed up when the coals began to rain

And I don't remember anymore
If you're buried underneath the forest floor
And it don't matter on the plains
What was taken we ain't getting back again.

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