Wandering onward Burnt by the sun Humanity withers And still we march on Darkness of night surrounds us now Out in the distance infidels howl No time for rest abandon the weak Holy Shimeh awaits us just out of reach Prophet or madman? Preaching salvation Guiding an army Through scorching damnation Days march on and men waste away Endless horizon leading astray Faith that propels us, true or misled? Our path through the desert marked by our dead Our God above us Counts bodies in the sand The price is still higher To reach the holy land More men Drop dead Every Day Have we Enough Men for God’s toll to pay? Oasis, salvation Tainted, they drink it still Bloated corpses Rot as they drink their fill More men Drop dead Every Day Have we Enough Men for God’s toll to pay? A prophet, among us Miracle of man Gives water so pure Drawn from desert sand Our pain Rewarded On this Day God will Guide us Our holy land awaitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
