against my will to these sad shores an unknown force has drawn me bound unto a future shaped by ancestors before me day on day I march the beat to someone else's drum I have searched far foreign lands there's nowhere left to run
impending storm rise up rise up oh demons, I shall shame you look down the barrel of my gun and one by one I'll name you day on day my brothers leave go marching off to war yet we never understand for what we're fighting for
ubi caritas et amor ubi caritas deus ibi est
worldly desires and worldly gains designed for worldly men I'm a master of the heart with ears and hands to lend soldiers come and soldiers go some changed by love for thee a circle in the chain of life all fighting to be free
ubi caritas et amor ubi caritas deus ibi est
so come my lord and we shall dance to God's own private drum sweet Jesus and the holy vine the afterlife to come day on day I march the the beat to someone else's drum I have searched far foreign lands there's nowhere left to runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
