War

	Our voice made silent
	Our hands made still
	But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to kill
	The desert’s burning, their reasons pale
	For there’s no returning with some golden holy grail

	What have they done?
	What have they done?
	The blood will run to everyone
	Oh what have they done?

	Is it for freedom?
	Or is it for truth
	That father’s fall and all the young men trade their youth?
	Or are they moved by deception’s hand
	That rank and reckless scatters death across the sand?

	Is it for freedom?
	Or is it for truth
	That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth?
	And the deserts burning, their faces pale
	For there’s no returning with some golden holy grail

	Our voice made silent
	Our hands made still
	But deep and violent wait the ones who wait to kill
	The desert' s burning, their reasons pale
	For there' s no returning with some golden holy grail

	What have they done?
	What have they done?
	The blood will run to everyone
	Oh what have they done?

	Is it for freedom?
	Or is it for truth
	That father' s fall and all the young men trade their youth?
	Or are they moved by deception' s hand
	That rank and reckless scatters death across the sand?

	Is it for freedom?
	Or is it for truth
	That fathers fall and all those young men trade their youth?
	And the deserts burning, their faces pale
	For there' s no returning with some golden holy grail