Vanden Plas - “March Of The Saints“ - Official Visualizer

From the album “The Empyrean Equation of the Long Lost Things“. Buy here: Subscribe To Frontiers Music Srl YouTube Channel: Lyrics: He´s standing alone In the suburbia of the night Like a tall pallid bone He´s been here for aeviternal times I know there are so many out there Down in the snowflowergleaming light But the Nephilim seems invisble While he´s severing the tides Sometimes you´ll see them - just once in a while And then we fall in with the march of the Saints Into a spiritual nightmare Follow the saint men We march into another world It`s said they live somewhere out there Down in the land of forgotten things A subconscious clear signal Is sending echoes to our dreams Today they came to remind us - to regain what´s lost is not impossible And if we still believe then nothing disappears In the fields of the Nephilim Sometimes you see them - just once in a while And then we fall in with the march of the Saints Into a spiritual nightmare Follow the saint men We march into another world And take the way of lucid dreaming again To find the ryche of the saviors Echolocating all the lost and the needful things And then we fall in with the march of the Saints Into a spiritual nightmare Follow the saint men We march into another world We cross the borderline again and again Into the ryche of the saviors Follow the saint men To the fields of the Nephilim And in the dark and mystic sea Many things have gone astray Softly quiet see them drown They get lost and never found But on the Lethe waterside Phantoms severing the tides And they are searching for lost things For they themselves are lost belongings And they save what is lost - they save all the love These are the Saints Scary and consoling Bittersweet and wild They try to fix our broken lives Tell me where is the love Once was given to me now it´s lost in the dark sea And that´s why I deserve heaven´s burning me In the end I was given a final beginning With my lost thing from the fields of the Nephilim Assigned to fall in with the march of the Saints Into a spiritual nightmare Follow the saint men To the fields of the Nephilim Scarecrowing monster alone in the tides Skylining phantom please help me to find Losing, missing, searching Just to find out who we are Throughout the state of evolution, we´ve failed to understand It’s not collecting but not losing - and to keep important things We´ve lost the gene for audit finding while stumbling through the tides The genuine miracle of mankind is that we´re still alive This was the story of the fountain Where the loss of life begins Called the empyrean equation of all the long-lost things There you can feel the evanescence We are forsaken kings Can´t fix the empyrean equation of the long-lost things THANK YOU FOR LISTENING! Shop our U.S. webstore: & EU webstore: Follow Our Spotify Playlists: Rock The World Long Live Metal New Melodic Rock Connect with Frontiers: Facebook - Facebook Group - Instagram - Twitter - Website - #FrontiersRecords