The Chosen Land Lyrics - Paramaecium

Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages 

I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil 

At the thought of mine own sunken faith 

My own heart is as hard as this land 

Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days 

Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages 

I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil 

At the thought of my life 

Now as I stand at the edge of the field of Armageddon 

I understand warfare that's been 

And wars that are yet to be seen now 

I understand warfare now 

Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages 

I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil 

At the thought of mine own sunken faith 

My own soul is as dry as this land 

Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days