Forest Rain Media | For Equestria @ForestRainMedia | Uploaded 5 years ago | Updated 2 days ago
After living through your darkest moments, sometimes all you can do is sing-- for our home, and for those who we will never forget...
Get "The End of the World" by Forest Rain here: forestrainmedia.com/album/the-end-of-the-world
Or listen to it on Spotify, iTunes, Tidal, or other music services!
Listen to the full album here: youtube.com/watch?v=OZDoMutIj-E
Album artwork by Ashtoneer: twitter.com/ashtoneer
Lyrics:
After all the bombings, the gunfire, and the smoke
After the tepid ceasefire that has settled into hope
After the propaganda, the battle cries, and pain
We finally get to see our Equestria again
And though our nation's capitol has fallen into dust
The spiral stairs that once were grand, now just mangled rust
The earth beneath our hooves still feels like our own
It may be burnt and broken, but this land is still our home
And we sing for Equestria
A land where we all gather and we all feel right at home
Yes, we sing for Equestria
For the friends we will remember until long after they're gone
And so with heavy hearts burdened by the strife
We begin to make amends and start to build a brand new life
But for those who hear this story, perhaps you picked up on the clues
This tale is less for us, you see, but mostly here for you
And we sing for Equestria
A land where we all gather and we all feel right at home
Yes, we sing for Equestria
For the friends we will remember until long after they're gone
After living through your darkest moments, sometimes all you can do is sing-- for our home, and for those who we will never forget...
Get "The End of the World" by Forest Rain here: forestrainmedia.com/album/the-end-of-the-world
Or listen to it on Spotify, iTunes, Tidal, or other music services!
Listen to the full album here: youtube.com/watch?v=OZDoMutIj-E
Album artwork by Ashtoneer: twitter.com/ashtoneer
Lyrics:
After all the bombings, the gunfire, and the smoke
After the tepid ceasefire that has settled into hope
After the propaganda, the battle cries, and pain
We finally get to see our Equestria again
And though our nation's capitol has fallen into dust
The spiral stairs that once were grand, now just mangled rust
The earth beneath our hooves still feels like our own
It may be burnt and broken, but this land is still our home
And we sing for Equestria
A land where we all gather and we all feel right at home
Yes, we sing for Equestria
For the friends we will remember until long after they're gone
And so with heavy hearts burdened by the strife
We begin to make amends and start to build a brand new life
But for those who hear this story, perhaps you picked up on the clues
This tale is less for us, you see, but mostly here for you
And we sing for Equestria
A land where we all gather and we all feel right at home
Yes, we sing for Equestria
For the friends we will remember until long after they're gone
