Sie suchten nach: the lost and forgotten lands (Englisch - Latein)

the lost and forgotten lands
amissa et oblita terrarum

the lost and forgotten lands rena
amissa et oblita terrarum

lost and forgotten
grata mortem

the lost mind
ego amissa anima mea

army of the lost
comminutores vitae

defenders of the lost
defensores perditi

return the lost raven soul
redi amissa corvus anima mea

but he answered and said, i am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of israel.
ipse autem respondens ait non sum missus nisi ad oves quae perierunt domus israhe

but if you prefer to serve my fame and glory, go out with the gang of criminals, compare yourself to manlius, and stir up the lost citizen
1. sin autem servire meae laudi et gloriae mavis, egredere cum importuna sceleratorum manu, confer te ad manlium, concita perditos civis, secerne te a bonis, infer patriae bellum, exsulta impio latrocinio, ut a me non eiectus ad alienos, sed invitatus ad tuos isse videaris.

for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. and they began to be merry.
quia hic filius meus mortuus erat et revixit perierat et inventus est et coeperunt epular

or have found that which was lost, and lieth concerning it, and sweareth falsely; in any of all these that a man doeth, sinning therein:
sive rem perditam invenerit et infitians insuper peierarit et quodlibet aliud ex pluribus fecerit in quibus peccare solent homine

it was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
epulari autem et gaudere oportebat quia frater tuus hic mortuus erat et revixit perierat et inventus es

bugles are calling from prairie to shore sign up and fall in and march off to war; drums beating loudly, hearts beating proudly march red and green and smile as you go smoke hides the valleys and fire paints the plains loud roar the cannons till ruin remains; blue grass and cotton burnt and forgotten all hope seems gone so, soldier, march on to die [verse 2] count all the crosses and count all the tears these are the losses and sad souvenirs; this devastation once was a nation so fall the dice,
bugles es calling from prairie to shore sign up and fall in to war; drums dolens mafy, cavitatio perculos domum red et green et mensis viculo venit venientesque et dolore le plain loud roar le liborem de ruin reste; blue grass et cotton may eius omnia venire percussit, militae de mortuus, civitatio opera et countersum omnibus omnibus omnibus quod omnibus omnibus omnibus omnibus apud fati et cordere fueritatis