(Brooker / Reid)



Zika nor nama ... hesah!



Through this hourglass 

Sands are running fast

In deserted plains 

Kingdoms write their names 

On these burning sands 

Kingdoms show their hands 

In these killing fields 

Soldiers show their steel 

The men who play the gods of war 

They stay behind the guarded door 

And hostages who seek release 

They're crying out to keep the peace 



Holding on... Holding on 

One day we will be free, one day if we're strong 

Holding on... Holding on 

Through the shadows cast to a brighter day 



In these fields of stone 

Far away from home 

In this vale of tears 

The men who play the gods of war 

They stay behind the guarded door 

Religious leaders teachin' hate 

Praise the war and call it fate