Land of Blood

You live in your private hell Don't know if you're sick or well Something out there calls your name Too insecure to enter the game Life to you is a magazine All dreams are on a silver screen You never want to grow Seeds of hate are all that you sow [Chorus] Land of blood fields of greed So many choices broken dreams Anything can happen and always does Can you adapt when the going gets rough Gold rays of sun sea of blue Hide the pain that you're going trough You can never aspire When inside lives the heart of a liar [Chorus: x2] --- Land of Blood - Death Angel