Fall Of Europe

To know the end go back to the top

Empires were built on sand not rock

One constant threat and one smiling friend

But daggers are placed in the back in the end

We must wake up our Europe

We must hold up her head

So she can see the movements

That stalk her every edge

Influence creeps in from each side

The old flags burn as new flags rise

All the extremes seem set to collide

Look to the past then to our jet black skies

We must wake up our Europe

We must hold up her head

So she can see the movements

That stalk her every edge

We must wake up our Europe

We must hold up her head

So she can see the movements

That stalk her every edge

We must wake up

We must wake up

We must wake up

We must wake up