i spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name
so i fold it up and i flick it out
paper aeroplane
it wont fly the seven seas to you
cause it didnt leave my room
but it awaits the hands of someone else
the garbage man
got to say mmm mmm mmm x2
so he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends
amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend
he walks on home tired from work
the letter falls from his hand
he reaches out only to catch the sky
its gone with the wind
got to say mmm mmm mmm x2
i spilled the ink across the land
trying to spell your name
up and down there it goes
paper aeroplane
it hasnt flown the seven seas to you
but its on its way
it goes through the hands
then to someone else
to find you girl
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
allahü nurus semavati vel ard
meselü nurihi ke mişkatin fiha misbah
yehdillahü li nurihi mey yeşa' ve yadribüllahül emsale lin nas
vallahü bi külli şey'in alîm.
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
dün geceden beri dinliyorum. iyice sindirerek dinlemek lazım tabii ama şu anda yapabileceğim tek yorum son derece progresif ve farklı enstrumanlar kullandıkları bir albüm olmuş. Adeta şarkıları birbirine karıştırıyosunuz. Orphaned Land genel olarak çok güzel bir iş çıkarmış diyebiliriz. En kısa zamanda albümün tanıtım turnesi için de Türkiye' ye geleceklerdir.
