Fall Of Europe

Tomb of the end, 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, but new flags will rise
One and the same set to collide
Look to the past, than to watch at 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