Текст песни Of a Blessed Memory - Medic

There was a fray
Heading to a peaceful land
Words have been spoken with altered dialects
The redeemers' lust rose from the dust
To receive a crown made of their bones
Watching a sign from above and calling another
Pages adjoined to become one together
Since they had the same story
The flesh of light and blood of glory

There was a fray
Heading to a peaceful land
There was a fray
Heading
To a peaceful land