| Song | Sand Kings |
| Artist | Metal Church |
| Album | Masterpeace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Vanderhoof, Wayne | |
| In a holy war from these shores | |
| Where lands are hot and dry | |
| Nations forged by | |
| Gods own hand | |
| These kingdoms in the sand | |
| A billion dollars everyday | |
| The U.N. people pay | |
| Political schemes and the war machines | |
| It's a news media scene | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Media man with his soul in his hand | |
| He reasons this is wrong | |
| With his Rolex watch and his white painted yacht | |
| Does he even give a damn | |
| A billion dollars everyday | |
| United Nations pay | |
| Political schemes and the war machines | |
| It's a news media scene | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Those who do then make the rules | |
| And say that we must change | |
| We fight for oil the new age spoil | |
| Making all these chains | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky |
| zuo ci : Vanderhoof, Wayne | |
| In a holy war from these shores | |
| Where lands are hot and dry | |
| Nations forged by | |
| Gods own hand | |
| These kingdoms in the sand | |
| A billion dollars everyday | |
| The U. N. people pay | |
| Political schemes and the war machines | |
| It' s a news media scene | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Media man with his soul in his hand | |
| He reasons this is wrong | |
| With his Rolex watch and his white painted yacht | |
| Does he even give a damn | |
| A billion dollars everyday | |
| United Nations pay | |
| Political schemes and the war machines | |
| It' s a news media scene | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Those who do then make the rules | |
| And say that we must change | |
| We fight for oil the new age spoil | |
| Making all these chains | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky |
| zuò cí : Vanderhoof, Wayne | |
| In a holy war from these shores | |
| Where lands are hot and dry | |
| Nations forged by | |
| Gods own hand | |
| These kingdoms in the sand | |
| A billion dollars everyday | |
| The U. N. people pay | |
| Political schemes and the war machines | |
| It' s a news media scene | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Media man with his soul in his hand | |
| He reasons this is wrong | |
| With his Rolex watch and his white painted yacht | |
| Does he even give a damn | |
| A billion dollars everyday | |
| United Nations pay | |
| Political schemes and the war machines | |
| It' s a news media scene | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Those who do then make the rules | |
| And say that we must change | |
| We fight for oil the new age spoil | |
| Making all these chains | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky | |
| Still Gods children die | |
| Under blackened sky |